Let me be your man

"It doesn't matter." Ezra replies. "I still enjoy watching you eat."

I smile. I pick up my spoon and then I stir the soup in my bowl. I bring the spoon to my mouth and then I take a sip of my soup. I

I swallow my food and then I wipe some cream off the corner of my mouth.

I set the spoon down onto my plate and then I lean my elbows onto the table and then I place my chin upon my palm. I stare at Ezra for a moment. Ezra looks up at me. He smiles at me.

"Is there something on your mind?" Ezra asks me.

"Not really." I reply.

"Good." Ezra says.

"Why are you asking me if there is anything on my mind?" I ask Ezra.

"Because you've been sitting here with your head resting against your palm and staring at me all day." Ezra says.

"That's because I'm thinking about something." I tell him.

"About what?" Ezra asks me.

"I honestly don't know yet." I say.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Ezra asks me.

I close my eyes briefly.

"Maybe tomorrow." I say.

"Tomorrow it is." Ezra replies.

Ezra pushes himse