Borje smiles up from where he’s grinding something onto a salad. The tang of Parmesan zips up my nose. Garlic and something savoury keep it company.
Setting down the grinder, he swills his hands under the tap, then wiping them on a cloth, ambles across. A hand on my arm, he kisses me lightly on the cheek. “How are you? You’re later than I expected. Long day at work?”
“I’m good. And I didn’t go to work.”
“No?” He steps back, looking me up and down. “Nice dress. It suits you well.” He c***s his head. “So… No work? What have you been doing with your day?”
looking“I… went shopping. I have something for you. A present.”
Borje arches brows. “Oh? Really?” The smile grows, glowing over his face as he glances around me, looking for a bag or a package perhaps. "For me?" He glances at my purse.
