“Coming right up,” Andrew said and moved toward the kitchen. Marie passed him with a tray of drinks. “That guy give you the creeps too?” she muttered under her breath. Andrew didn’t respond. He was still thinking about the taller girl’s eyes.
Andrew returned with three steaming bowls of soup, a basket of bread tucked under his arm. The man looked up and nodded in approval. The girls didn’t look up at all. “Soup for three,” Andrew said, gently setting everything down. “Let me know if you need anything else.”