Roman: Lunch

Anya-Marie is inside her hideaway asleep, but soon wakes up to the rousing around of, Ross?

"Huh? And what're you doing?" She asks, ruffling her hair and sitting up.

"It's called lunch, when was the last time you ever had a normal day?" Ross retorts cocking an eye brow while he partitions some stroganoff on a plate for Anya.

She looks cautiously, but can't help but feel an overwhelming warmth in her heart that spreads into her cheeks. He fills her plate generously and hands it to her at her bedside.

"Does your father know about your other identity?"