Conversations flowed normally around the table, everyone talking while eating. Asher, who loved observing people, simply took in the discussion around him and kept most of his thoughts to himself.
But why was everyone at least involving each other, and even Xavier, as cold as he was, added a word or two—yet someone among them didn't even utter a word?
Still Enzo.
Even as he tasted Asher's food, there was no expression on his face. No happiness, no joy or laughter, not even the slightest hint of human warmth. None of those things were present on his face.
Nothing apart from utter blankness.
That was strange to him. So strange.
Xavier talked too, though not much, but Asher couldn't help thinking about his features.
