Bruce swallowed and diverted his eyes as she took off that sweater. She always did this, pretended to forget how gorgeous and perfect she was and drive him insane. He had no idea what their relationship was but maybe that was okay to be. "Right. Let me make... cereal." He wandered into the kitchen and steeled a breath as he found some fresh milk and cereal that wasn't too stale.
"Here we go," he said, setting a tray with the food down on the couch, "I put the kettle on to boil, do you want tea or coffee?" he asked, "And I'll go shopping when I'm done. There's nothing in there that is food."