Ben stared at the plate of orange slices.

Jamie instinctively reached out to take the plate away. "Your Uncle Ben doesn't eat-"

"Thank you, Charlie. I happen to feel like having some oranges," he interrupted smoothly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jamie froze for a moment.

Wasn't Ben known for being picky, never touching food that didn't look perfect? And he rarely ate anything prepared outside his own kitchen.

While Jamie stood there, still surprised, Ben casually ate two pieces of the unevenly cut orange slices and even went as far as to compliment Charlie. "You cut these very well."

As Charlie beamed with pride, Jamie could only look at the plate of roughly cut orange slices in disbelief, unable to muster a single word of praise.

*

A little while later, after sending Charlie off to play in his room, Jamie sat down across from Ben. "You're here for something, aren't you?"

"You don't have to treat me so coldly," Ben replied.

"And how should I treat you?" Jamie shot back sharply, her gaze unwavering.

Ben's expression darkened.

mean to make this difficult," Jamie

now," Ben said, shifting the topic. "Wilfred came

with surprise and excitement. "Charlie

Schools weren't as controlled as home, where every bump and bruise could be avoided. Jamie had always been overly

so terrified of something

options. Take a look and see which one you like.

the documents

carefully.

notice that Ben had already pre-screened the schoots, each

and without realizing it, her tone became gentler. "This one looks good. Let's go with

lunchtime was just around

talking a bit more about the

odd. Weren't all

stood up. "You're about to eat, so I should head out. Once you're ready, let me know. I'll take

before nodding. She didn't object to his suggestion. After all, Ben was Charlie's

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