Dinner had been exactly how he described. She had been surprised that he chose everything for his burger, but everything was the easiest way to not have to say nearly every ingredient, which was what she wound up doing. Except for mustard and onions which seemed like a story but he figured he’d ask another time given how sort of embarrassed she looked for keeping back the line.
William assured her that her time was important. Having them get it right was important too. “You’re a person just as they are, same as me,” he said confidently but then felt an odd sort of pang in the way she looked at him.
There was something there.
Another secret she would rather hide or hide from.
Whichever it was, they would have to work on that.
For now, while there were so many other questions he cou
