"Are you hungry?" Mailah asked.
Grayson turned from the window. She was setting the table — two plates, the ceramic ones that had come with the cottage and had opinions about them being slightly uneven on the base so that they sat at a faint tilt unless positioned correctly. He had been repositioning them correctly every meal since their first week here and had never mentioned it.
"Yes," he said.
He crossed to the table and corrected the left plate without looking at it, which she noticed. She had been noticing for weeks, and she had decided was one of her favorite small things about him.
She had several lists of favorite small things about him now. She had not told him this because she understood instinctively that Grayson would receive the information with the focused attention of a man being handed a report and would want to review it, and she was not ready for that conversation.
She put food on the table.
Grayson sat.
She sat across from him.
