Variety of dishes filled the dinner table.
Florence leaned closer to Brandon, her elbow brushing his as she reached for a platter of sliced lamb drizzled with rosemary jus.
"You've got to try this," She speared a tender piece of meat with her fork, holding it up to him with a playful glint in her eyes.
"Open up, my dear son," she teased as a soft smile bloomed on her lips.
Brandon leaned forward and took the bite, his lips brushing the fork, and he closed his eyes for a moment as the flavors melted on his tongue "Hmm.. that's good."
She smiled, clearly delighted, and nudged his shoulder with hers. "Good, right? I told the chef to pull out all the stops tonight."
Not to be outdone, Brandon reached for a small ceramic bowl of creamy mashed potatoes flecked with chives.
He scooped a generous portion onto his spoon before turning up to her "Your turn. Fair's fair."
Florence opened her lips before taking the spoon within her lips and chewing the food.
