Chapter 118: Threshold (4)
“Um,” I replied, pulling out a chair untouched by Liam and sitting down. Dinner was already set. A plate, fork, and knife were placed at my seat as well. Liam must have done all this himself. His remarkable dexterity remained unchanged even in his twenties.
Liam glanced at the newspaper, asking indifferently, “Newspaper?”
“Any one will do,” I responded, checking the date on the newspaper. It was May 1863. I had travelled back eight years from 1871. So, Liam’s current age was…
“Twenty-two.”
My goodness. He’s really young. I was a bit taken aback, stabbing a bean with my fork. Looking at his young face in photos had been fun, but seeing him move and eat in front of me was unsettling. The reality of being in the past suddenly hit me.
Liam, having silently finished his meal, was now solving a crossword puzzle. Noticing my gaze, he raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
I asked cautiously, “You don’t eat broccoli?”
“…”