Chapter Twenty-Eight.

Gabby's POV

Strawberry pancakes, croissant, some maple syrup, and a cup of freshly squeezed Orange Juice was best for brunch. I ate like I haven't had anything to eat in a year. Alcohol was undoubtedly not for me. I could chow down on anything after having the amount of alcohol I had last night. Once I was done with the hangover, I crave anything food so badly, like I was some pregnant woman.

Cole just watched with interest, making sure I didn't miss the smile on his face.

" What?" I asked mouthful.

He shook his head and looked away. " Nothing, just that you look cute while eating."

I rolled my eyes and picked up my glass of orange juice. I ignored the butterfly in my stomach." Are you trying to make fun of me?" I knew that he wasn't making jest of me but I enjoyed making him uncomfortable for a while. His expression makes my day, watching him stutter just to prove a point.

" N-no, it's just a harmless compliment."

" Okay."

As I ate, I suddenly remembered Mich. Heaven knows what She