"You're back?"
I noticed Finnick the moment he entered the house and quickly stepped out of the kitchen. My hands were still slightly wet from washing vegetables.
"Hurry and wash your hands," I said as I wiped my palms on a towel. "I think I made too much food. Just eat as much as you can. If you can't finish everything, I'll pack the rest into a lunch box for you to take to the office tomorrow."
"It's fine," Finnick replied calmly as he took a seat at the dining table. "I can finish it."
I looked at the table full of dishes and immediately doubted his words.
The food I prepared could easily feed four people, maybe more. Yet there were only two of us in the house.
Still, it didn't take long for me to realize I had underestimated him.
For some reason, Finnick had an unusually big appetite that night. He ate everything I made without leaving much behind.
I stared at him in disbelief.
