But this kid was rebellious. He just grabbed his keys. He shut his door and walked straight to my place.
"I'm kind of hungry. Let's eat first," he said, ignoring my suggestion.
As I cooked, I thought, "Aren't senior-year students supposed to be busy studying every second? Why does this kid have so much free time?"
I finished cooking. Just as I placed the plates on the table, the boy from the sofa automatically moved to the dining table.
Vin sat quietly across from me, eating his meal. I sneaked a few glances at him, wondering how likely it was that Elise had two sons.
After all, this kid looked nothing like the stressed-out senior year student I had imagined.
Even his hairstyle seemed meticulously groomed.
Honestly, I could cry.
"Vin?" I hesitated before speaking. The boy, who had been focused on his meal, looked up at me with a blank expression.
His innocent, slightly naive eyes gave him away. Yep, definitely a senior year student who hadn't faced the real world yet!
"Senior year must be really stressful, right?"
Vin swallowed a bite of food. He cleared his throat, and said, "It's okay."