Unexpected Warmth

Vivienne's POV.

“Declan?” I asked, my voice tinged with confusion. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled, that disarming, confident smile he always wore, and held up the bag of food. “I figured you might’ve been working yourself into exhaustion and probably skipped dinner.”

I blinked, momentarily stunned. He was right—I hadn’t eaten, not properly at least. But still, I wasn’t expecting this.

“You..