❤ Jessica’s POV ❤
I sat awkwardly at the table as Paul started eating. He stopped when he noticed I wasn’t moving and said, “Why aren’t you eating?”
Jessica: “Uhm, I have to get home soon. My son is waiting for me.”
Paul: “Relax, I won’t keep you for too long. I’ll give you a ride home, and we can buy Jericho a fried chicken meal.”
Jessica: “Uhm, there’s no need for that. I don’t want him to be spoiled and get used to you buying him food all the time.”
Paul: “It’s hardly spoiling. Come one, eat with me. You wouldn’t want the food to get spoiled, would you?”
The food looked great, and it would be a shame to see it get spoiled, so I started eating with Paul.
He started talking about the food, and how it was prepared by one of the best chefs in the world. Apparently, Paul poached the
