Maria looked at him. â€œIt is. I learned how to make it out of a cookbook.â€ She said with a soft smile. â€œIts alright. Iâ€™m just...jumpy...around men.â€ She said with a soft smile. She heard the word mansion and paled. No. She didnâ€™t want to go back to that sort of life. Large empty house. Nobody to interact with. Maids and butler wouldnâ€™t even talk to her. Her ex-fiance had worked hard at isolating her. She seemed to zone out for a minue. â€œIt does not need to be a mansion to be a comfortable place to stay.â€ She said finally. â€œI like this home. It feels...cozy.â€ She said. She had to search for the right wording. She was a bit surprised though that he hoped she got comfortable in his cabin. Especially after he had been so gruff and adament it was temporary. She nodded her head and looked out the window. The blizzard had let up but only a little bit. The wind still icy and the snow still falling fairly heavily.<br/><br/>She looked back at him. Wondering what he would say to her question. She almost seemed to light up when he said he would join her. Watching with her eyes as he went and sat down at the plate. Quite frozen from surprise that he had actually gone and sat down at the table. She watched him cut off a piece with bated breath. Practically holding it as she hoped he enjoyed it. She lit up again as he spoke. Heading to get Niya from the arm chair. She didnâ€™t have a carseat to put her in so she would have to hold her in her lap. Not that she minded. Blushing even though he couldnâ€™t see it. â€œYes...you are. I am getting Niya than I will be right there.â€ She said with a smile. Picking up her sleeping baby who protested being moved. She headed back over to him. Sitting down and laid Niya securely in her lap before cutting her own omelet and taking a bite. It really did turn out delicious. The onions and green peppers perfectly grill and meshed into the omelet.<br/><br/>She was surprised he really had wanted her to take a seat with him. Moving her baby back against her now flat and toned tummy so she wouldnâ€™t roll off her lap. Sitting with a leg crossed over her other leg to support her daughter in a makeshift cradle or carseat. Smiling down at Niya. She was truly happy he thought her cooking good. That he was eating it. That he really wanted to eat breakfast with her. It surprised her greatly that he did. She looked up. â€œIâ€™m...surprised. You seem like a nice man even if you are gruff at times. I have the strangest feeling I can...trust you.â€ She said softly. Continuing to eat her omelet and took a sip of her milk. â€œCan I play with Coal while my baby sleeps? Or pet her at least?â€ She asked with obvious hopefulness. Looking at him with soul searching hopeful eyes as well. She reached down with a hand and stroked her daughters cheek before resuming eating.<br/><br/>She found the man curious. She wasnâ€™t conceited or judgmental. She didnâ€™t view good looking as appearances alone...she believed in personality and what was inside as well made some good looking or not. He seemed to have a good personality even if he was a bit rough around the edges. It wasnâ€™t like he wasnâ€™t good looking. She was just too nervous right now to think of him as anything other than possibly a friend. A kind host even though she essentially intruded upon his solitude. She wondered deep down why he had chosen solitude in the first place. It wasnâ€™t her place to ask and she didnâ€™t want to ruin the moment. She continued eating but listened for her daughter to move or wake up. Making sure to pay attention to both her duties as a mother and keeping the man company as they ate.<br/><br/>She might only be recently turned eighteen but she was extremely responsible and mature for her age. She took her responsibility as a mother very seriously. That was the reason she had sacrificed her own warmth to bundle her daughter in her coat and sweatshirt along iwth the babies own coat. It was why she trudged miles through snow to try to find someplace warm even if it was just for her baby. If she hadnâ€™t she probably wouldnâ€™t have met this man who confused her by treating her nicely even if he really didnâ€™t want her here in the first place. He said her cooking was wonderful. Why did he say nice things like that to her? Did he really mean it? He seemed to as he was grinning from ear to ear. She moved a strand of hair to cover the now noticable bruise on her cheek near where her hair was. Hoping he wouldnâ€™t notice.