Seven Devils
Mike looked away, his brow creasing in concern.
“Here you go, Damon!” The tray clattered gently in front of him and Amelia smiled as she sat down across from him, her bright yellow sundress accenting her red hair as she happily scooped up a helping of bright red soup. The tomato liquid bubbling as it cradled itself securely in her spoon. Damon hated to admit it, but it made his stomach growl to life.
“I brought your favorite, tomato soup and grilled cheese. I even got the chef to give you some mozzarella on the side… but she made us promise not to tell anyone!” Grinning, she gestured at the extra helping on his tray with glee.