Sera nodded.
Both of them at the table. Alone.
It would either be awkward silence or verbal combat. No middle ground.
Benedict finished serving her as Eric dug into his own plate.
"Benedict?" Eric asked, lifting his head without looking at either of them. "Did you hire a new chef?"
"No." Benedict straightened. "Is the food not to your liking?"
"It's okay," Eric murmured.
Sera nearly choked on her own offended breath.
"Miss Hart made it, Mr Blackwood," Benedict added.
"Oh…" Eric muttered, swallowing another bite. "Well… it's adequate."
Adequate.
Adequate.
Sera glared at him. She spooned her own food, trying not to slam the utensil against the plate. How was it possible for one human to be so thoroughly aggravating?
Benedict finished pouring wine and retreated silently into the kitchen, leaving the two of them in a thick pocket of tension.
