The answer came too fast.
He noticed.
“Nawl.”
I grabbed my drink and took a sip.
“I'm fine.”
For a second, I thought the feeling was gone.
Then it hit me again.
Not enough to make me sick. Just enough to make me pause.
Maybe it was the coffee.
Hell, maybe I hadn't eaten enough earlier.
Whatever it was, I didn't feel like making a big deal of it.
“You sure?” Kyrie asked.
I nodded.
“Yeah.”
His eyes stayed on me for another second before he finally looked away.
I picked my fork back up and tried again.
The weird feeling eventually settled, but I noticed myself eating much more slowly than usual.
Of course, Kyrie noticed that too.
He noticed every damn thing.
“You don't like it?”
I looked up. “I do.”
“Then why you barely touching it?”
I pointed my fork at him. “Do you ever stop paying attention?”
“No.”
I already knew that answer before he said it.
A small smile pulled at my lips.
“It's good. I'm just not that hungry.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but thankfully, he let it go.
For now.
And honestly?
