Chamomile Tea

"Mave... Your wife is hungry." Ramon said with a voice that was thinned out. I turned my head to him sharply. He looked at me and gave me a wink. His action did something to my stomach, something I didn't know what it was, but it tickled me. Not to the extent of laughter though.

"Go home," Maverick said with a glare and my eyes went to my plate instead.

'Stop moping around.'

I'm not even moping. I'm simply looking at the food. It looks delicious, it's kinda a pity I can't eat it.

'I didn't ask you to have some allergy. Please, don't rant.'

I wasn't even ranting. Shoo!

"Avery?" I heard and I looked up almost immediately with a, "huh?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"He asked if you would like pasta," Ramon whispered and I blinked turning to him. My whole body felt warm once I caught his gaze.

"Are you always this happy?" I asked instead with a smile.

"Only around beautiful girls." He answered with a wink.

"That's it!" Maverick yelled suddenly dropping his cutlery with a clatter. I jumped