Raphael's POV
She showed up at my door at seven with a tote bag.
I looked at the bag. Then at her.
“I brought snacks,” she said. Like that explained what was going on.
"Snacks."
"And a film." She held up her phone. "I have opinions about what we're watching."
"I have a television the size of a small country and access to every streaming platform in existence."
"Good." She walked past me into the flat. "Then we're watching what I picked."
I closed the door. Smiled at it briefly.
Then followed her in.
She'd brought crisps. Three different kinds, arranged on the coffee table with the seriousness of someone laying out important documents. Chocolate, broken into pieces rather than left in the wrapper. A punnet of grapes she set on her side of the couch like she was establishing territ
