We went grocery shopping, cooked meals, and picked out curtains together.
On weekends, we sat on the sofa and watched movies.
Adrian wasn't good with sweet talk, but he took care of every little thing.
Once, I came down with a fever.
When I woke up groggily, Adrian was sitting beside my bed.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He was holding a thermometer.
"You're awake."
"You didn't sleep all night?"
"It's nothing. The doctor said you'll be fine once the fever goes down."
Looking at him, I remembered that I had once had the same high fever two years earlier.
Julian had said he would come back right away, but Stella had told him she was afraid of thunder.
So he went to her house instead.
I took a taxi to the hospital alone.
When the nurse asked where my family was, I said he was busy.
