The tea was finished long before the fish was, but Delight felt too awkward to leave him to follow Zelda into the other room. Instead she poured herself a cup—lots of milk, no sugar—and leaned up against the counter, watching him as he fried the fish. She'd heard a lot about Alfred Darrow, but he didn't exactly fit her image of what a sailor and adventurer was meant to look like. He wasn't broad and buff—if he had any muscles under his clothes Delight was not looking close enough to realize it, but altogether he looked like an average man, if not a little disheveled with all those curls. At least if Zelda's kids had curly hair Delight would be able to assist with the upkeep.
She moved forward only when he began serving the food on plates, her hands instinctively reaching towards the one with the least amount of food. She was hungry, but this was Mr. Darrow's home, and Zelda was his - woman.
"The other room is fine," she said, managing a smile but finding it difficult to meet his eyes.
She moved forward only when he began serving the food on plates, her hands instinctively reaching towards the one with the least amount of food. She was hungry, but this was Mr. Darrow's home, and Zelda was his - woman.
"The other room is fine," she said, managing a smile but finding it difficult to meet his eyes.
— DELIGHTful set by lady <3 —