JUDE
I watch as Miko approaches me with a tray full of food, seeming nervous.
Except for my grandmother, no one has ever cooked me food. No one has ever made the effort to take care of me like Miko has been, the whole evening, and it's making me feel a little thrown off. I don't know how I am supposed to act.
My face feels funny because I feel like I am smiling a little. I wonder if I look weird because of all the funny faces I am making because of these little flips on my stomach and chest, which in turn make me feel all confused.
I thought that we would have gone back to the normal routine by now. That is, each of us disappearing into our rooms and preparing for tomorrow. I thought that when we stepped out of my room, reality would creep in and he would stop looking at me like I am worthy to be looked at so … gently and compassionately.
