A small smile appeared on Evan's face.
"You're welcome."
For the next several minutes, the two of them unexpectedly carried most of the conversation.
Aimy told him about the lilies from Grandma Margaret's garden.
About Aunt Anna.
About her stuffed rabbit.
About how she wanted to become strong.
"Strong like Superman?"
President Evan asked.
She shook her head immediately.
"No."
"Then who?"
Aimy thought seriously.
Then pointed at me.
"Strong like Mummy."
For some reason, the answer caused the table to fall silent.
I looked down at my plate.
While across from me, President Evan's gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary before he looked away.
"That's a good choice."
His voice was unusually quiet.
And somehow, for the first time since meeting him, I couldn't tell what he was really thinking.
After we finished eating, I tried to pay for the meal, but President Evan didn't give me the chance.
