“How many dishes and pans are we talking?” Owen had pulled out Lexi’s confidence, she actually felt like her 16 year old self, before, well before her mother died but she didn't have much confidence in her cooking skills.
“Mmmm this is delicious”. Owen scoffed down the risotto, teasing Lexi who couldn’t help pout while finishing off the delicious spaghetti. Owen's company was soothing, she felt like she could be her old self with the Redhead, he felt like a safe place. Slipping into comfortable conversation about their interests and hobbies, Lexi felt like she was in some little safe bubble. She tried to remind herself of the incident with Tom, that she was a prisoner, an outcast, a weak human, but she would slip back into the happy bubble with Owen.
Lexi felt admiration for Doctor Re
