Verity simply stood there for a moment, staring at the boy in front of her. Okay, he was a man. Young still... possibly barely a man, but he was... he was handsome. Young, but handsome. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and hold up the box of cereal. "Roland?"
Of course, Verity was polished as always. Wearing maternity wear made her look more pregnant than she was, but it was also incredibly flattering. Jefferson had done a wonderful job of designing clothes that would both hug her curves and hide her flaws.
"You said younger, I didn't think..." She herself was only in her mid twenties. But still, that felt like a pretty large gap at this age.