Con sat across Tess at the kitchen table. Life was a funny interesting thing. He knew Tess for less than a week and he already was familiar with her kitchen, was familiar with this view, of her, sitting at her kitchen table, across from him. And the weirdest part was that all this felt normal, natural.
He was looking at her with a half smile on his lips.
- Is there something on my face? Tess asked, while her eyes trailed over his lips and damn, that half smile looked good on him.
- No, nothing. It’s just a weirdly normal feeling about this. You, me, sitting at your kitchen table.
- It is, isn’t it?! She agreed. And we did sit like this a lot of times for the last couple of days…since we met. I am not usually sharing my kitchen table with people I’ve just met, just so you know. But then again, who am I to talk when I had a boyfriend who is now my stalker and whom I didn’t know much. So I do have a weakness for strangers.
- Haha, well, I hope you don’t see me as a stranger.