C41 Amelia's POV

Bryan sat across the table from me slicing his shrimp into bits. I watched him carefully as he cut up everything on his plate into sizeable chunks. Switching his plate with mine, he began slicing everything on my former plate for himself.

“I’m trying to save time, Amelia”. He looked at me. “Remember you have to be at work on time. We don’t want Brielle going overboard”