Maria was singing to calm her nerves. She was still nervous around him but she was trying to make the best of the situation. She was trying to show him how much she appreciated his kindness to her and Niya. To her baby most of all. She didnâ€™t want him thinking she was a freeloader. She wanted to show him she could be useful while still taking care of her baby. Though she was still scared of him. She was scared of men. Plus singing always made her baby sleep so she could do other things...like cook. She just was trying to calm her nerves also perhaps. She closed her eyes and began washing the pan. The food steaming and smoking on plates on the counter. She hadnâ€™t heard him approaching. Just like she never heard her ex-fiance approaching and that always ended in pain for her. The singing was to keep her calm.<br/><br/>She jumped and spun around with an eek when he spoke from behind her. The frying pan clattering to the ground. She tensed and had the look of a woman expecting to be hit. Terror in her eyes before she clearly registered it wasnâ€™t her ex-fiance. Registered that it was the nice but gruff man from the night before. The man whose clothes she was wearing. Her hand flew to her chest as she willed her heart to beat slower. She lowered her hand. Kneeling to pick up the frying pan. Now she had to wash it all over again. She smiled at him timidly and nervously. â€œTh-thank you. Iâ€™m sorry. You startled me.â€ She said softly. Blushing across her tanned cheeks. She was back to her normal coloring now. She slowly stopped blushing. Looking down unsure of the events right now.<br/><br/>She looked up as he spoke again. Not prying but she could have sworn she heard an undertone of pain or sadness in his voice. She saw Coal come up and her eyes lit up with life for a moment. She looked to Nicolas as he spoke. â€œOmelet with onion and green pepper.â€ She said with a smile. â€œI hope youâ€™ll like it.â€ She seemed to light up at the thought that heâ€™d take a moment to eat her cooking. It made her feel like she did something successful. Jason, her ex-fiance, never ate breakfast with her and told her that her cooking was awful. She hoped Nicolas like it. The egg was not burnt and in fact looked yellow and fluffy. Perfectly cooked without being dry or burnt. She took the plates over to the table. Setting her plate across from his. Getting a fork and butter knife and putting them on the table. She hesitated for a moment. â€œWill...will you eat...with me?â€ She asked hesitantly and nervously. Expecting him to say no. She grabbed some milk and poured them both a glass. Pointing to the coffee pot. â€œI made you coffee if you like that sort of thing.â€ She said. Hoping he wouldnâ€™t be made she had touched all his things. Jason always had even if it was something small like a paper clip or eraser.