Marta watched as Ezra placed a bottle of pills on the counter. She frowned. He figured it out; guess she wasn’t a very good actress. How obvious was it that she was in pain? She held off taking them, because then it would be her way of fully admitting something happened. And Ezra didn’t deserve that. He was better off knowing, but that didn’t seem to matter anymore. 

She gave Ezra her full attention when he started to speak about kosher foods. Marta had no idea it was in depth as it was, and it really was fascinating. She wished she was feeling better, so she could focus more, but she did the best she could. Marta never even considered where her food came from. It was prepared for her, given to her, and she ate it. She took her food for granted, but not Jewish people. They knew how to cherish food and treat it for the respect it deserves. It is what kept humans alive, so it should be natural to respect it.

Marta watched as Ezra went into the back, and she took the time to reach over and take a pill from the bottle. If she was going to be give Ezra her full undivided attention, she didn’t need any distractions. She popped the pill in her mouth and dry swallowed it just as Ezra came back. She watched him put their sandwiches together with such fascination. It may seem silly, but to her, this was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece. Marta doesn’t know how to cook a single thing. She has hardly ever stepped foot in her house’s kitchen. She didn’t have to when there was a full time chef always there, ready to prepare whatever she wanted.

Marta frowned again as Ezra admitting to knowing that she was hurt. What exactly happened, he was obviously still clueless about, but he figured it out regardless. Was she that easy to read? Or did they know eachother well enough already to not need words to communicate certain things? Marta would like to think that was the case. Hearing him mention that he really shouldn’t even bother pretending to not want to kiss her, Marta bit her lip, almost in a flirtatious way, but mostly in a shy way. Even though they have shared three kisses already, all of them had some other meaning behind them. They haven’t shared a kiss that was just a kiss. A moment of tenderness between two people. 

“Then kiss me” she whispered back, looking at him with gentle eyes.