"Seth Sawyer?"
Ethan Shaw nodded and offered her the grapes again. "So, can you eat them now?"
Naomi Kenway obediently opened her mouth, making sure to explain, "I wasn't going to, but on second thought, a grape might be nice to soothe my throat. The food earlier was a little salty."
The smile in Ethan Shaw's eyes deepened. He felt a surge of delight but didn't plan on calling her out. "I'll get you a glass of water."
Naomi Kenway took the cup and sipped the water. The temperature was perfect.
The production team hadn't assigned any other tasks, so Naomi Kenway and Ethan Shaw sat in the room watching television.
A moment later, the PATTER PATTER PATTER of footsteps approached, and Ian pushed the door open. His little face was flushed, his excitement from earlier clearly not having faded, and his forehead was beaded with sweat.
Naomi Kenway quickly went over, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his sweat. "Were you just playing with Sean and the others?"
