Artemisia
“So, you are a doctor?” Matt’s eyes sparkle as he questions me.
“Erm… yes,” I say shyly, scooping my potatoes from one side of the plate to the other.
My eyes keep snapping over to Fynn, who is eating all by himself at a table in a corner. His unpleased frown about his momentary situation has me chuckling internally. I shock myself at the thought of him being cute and shake my head as if wanting to free my head from the thought.
“Is something wrong with the food?” Logan asks, making me shake my head.
With a sigh, I lay my fork down on my plate and flash him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m just sad that I had to leave my family, so my stomach doesn’t seem to fancy any food intake at the moment.”
Logan laughs, as he puts his arm onto the back of my chair. “Don’t worry. Yo
