"Yumm… it's delicious… Thank you, Aeri." Ezra took another big bite of the sandwich and chewed with clear enjoyment. He sat across from me at the small kitchen table, now dressed in a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair was still a little damp from the shower, and a few strands stuck to his forehead. The morning light coming through the window made the simple black fabric of his shirt look soft and worn-in.
I smiled while I ate my own portion, the familiar taste of the fresh sandwich filling my mouth.
"Hehe… you're welcome. I tried a new spice today. Guess it turned out to be good." The soft blue one-piece I still wore felt comfortable enough that I hadn't bothered to change after cooking. The fabric clung lightly to my body and ended just at the curve of my ass. My bare feet swung lightly under the table as I chewed, the cool floor tiles pleasant against my skin.
