The expression on his face told me that I caught him a bit of gourd and he got a bit shy about it. Quickly, he averted his eyes away from my face and concentrated on the plate as he picked up a bit more of the outmeal and pushed it to my lips.
"It's nothing. Just eat before it gets cold."
As he gave me no choice but to accept it, I took bite after bite and, before I knew it, the plate was empty.
Swalowing the last bit, I looked up at him and whispered.
"Thank you."
He did not say anything, he just started cleaning up.
First, he took the plate away from me and put it back on the tray that he placed on the other side of the table.
To my surprise, he picked up the napkin that was broght along side the dish and lifted it to my lips. Then slowly he brushed off the last bits of my breakf
