Roman
Roman rolled his eyes at her ignoring him, instead choosing to look down at his salad. It didn't look bad persay. It was an egg salad, all mushy but delectable. He sunk his fork into the meal, scooped some up and shoveled it into his mouth. It was not as tasty as the stake, he knew as much just from the way she ate. Although, he had heard that working out makes food taste better. Maybe that was the case for her?
Roman's eyes softened as he watched her. Honestly, it was sort of cute, the way she so genuinely munched down on the food. He couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he could find happiness living that genuinely, having that passion. Maybe if he completed his dream...
"Please don't tell me you want seconds," he said, his voice more monotone than usual. "But if you must, share it with me. You've got an eye for food... probably."