Chapter Hundred and Twenty-eight

NIA'S POV

"I am so sorry." He said, making his way to the spilled ice cream on the staircase. I just watched, annoyed. "I was... I just wanted to make it here before you go to your room again and I won't have to see you until it's breakfast time." He stood over the ice cream and watched for a while, probably confused about what to do at the moment. Was he supposed to pack it with his hands and go trash them outside? Most certainly not. As he bent down, I feared he was about to do just that. I had to speak up and spare him the... Embarrassment.

"You know there are maids for that right? You don't have to do that. The maids will see it before they go to sleep in the chambers and certainly clean it up." I said and he reluctantly stood up, nodding his head. We stared at each other for a while, nothing to say. There was a lot to say, just that there was no appropriate order in which the words will fly out.

"Lovely food right?" He said and I resisted the urge to laugh. We never used to talk