When the pancakes came in, Olivia's eyes glittered in excitement and Michael poured some honey on her dish.
She was excited. It was so big.
Even if she couldn't finish it, which she wouldn't admit, Michael would just take the rest from her.
They watched her eat while exchanging small conversations and meaningful laughs.
Noah reached across Olivia and swiped the little bit of pancake that was stuck on the side of her lips and then smiled at her.
Then, his fingers grazed Michael's cheek briefly. It was soft and silent, but Michael could understand what he was trying to say.
Words didn't need to be said between them to be able to convey their intentions and that was why Michael didn't pull away.
His hand shifted slightly, brushing against Noah's as their fingers came into contact, not quite holding hands, not yet, but close enough to show a strong level of intimacy.
And they were doing this in front of Olivia.
