They stared into each other's eyes and would have remained so if Serena's voice hadn't echoed through the room.
"Mummy, I'm full." She announced and their eyes darted towards her. Her face was smeared with a mixture of ketchup and gravy, and she had her hands hanging in space as it was soiled grease.
Pete couldn't help a laugh. "Come, I'll wash your hands." He offered and lifted her to the sink, where he helped washed her hands, and Lina kept staring at him. At them.
It was undeniably easy to like Pete, because he was a great guy. Maybe extraordinary too, if she could steal from his dictionary of perfect words, but—
There was a but. She wasn't ready for this. Ready for a relationship, for love and feelings. Her scars ran deep and the occasional hurt keeps her awake some times.