Isaac sat at the table, glanced at the breakfast spread, and asked bluntly, "What do you want?"

Camila gave him a flattering smile and said, "Eat something first. See if you like my cooking."

She had even considerately heated up a glass of milk for him.

Isaac popped a spoonful of her fried egg into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then grimaced. "It's not as good as Glenda's."

Being criticized so ruthlessly, Camila wanted to roll her eyes at Isaac.