We eat in silence. It isn't unpleasant or awkward, but rather quite comfortable. I've never understood the concept of an easy silence.
Usually, I just feel awkward as if I have to make an effort to entertain the other people, to bridge the silence, but this is different.
I don't feel like I have to try with Landon. I can just be.
Landon looks at me seriously as he finishes off his plate of bacon, sausage and eggs - a good old English breakfast. I get the impression he is making a decision.
"I want to continue helping you with your little rule problem."
I'm surprised by his words. Last night, I had gotten the distinct impression he didn't really date, and his next words confirm it.
"I usually don't see the same woman twice, but I want to see you again. Last night was..."
I'm blushi
