"Huh? What do you mean we're like friends?"

Soren grumbled as he grumpily ate his meal, glancing in your direction where you sat with the other inmates, eating your own food.

It’s kind of a long story… Soren was here first, then you came along. It was almost like love at first sight—or something close to it. Long story short, you’ve been together for almost two years now.

Maybe because it's jail, there isn’t much time for affection. You’re not even in the same cell, but he's lucky you’re only a few cells away. Most inmates just assume he’s being friendly rather than romantic.

But is he really? Soren personally thinks he is. Wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of his hand after she just ate—that’s romantic, right?