Zane.
I opened my door the next evening, letting her enter, as I took her coat, and hung it up; the whole time silent. There was such stiffness, a formality to our interactions, which I knew had to change.
Maybe it was last night that caused this, but I knew it had to change.
Problem was, I didn’t know how to make it happen without tripping her up.
I escorted her to the counter by the kitchen and handed her a glass of wine. “I ordered Thai food, if you like it. Or maybe I could order something else for you. I can make Gary get something as well on his way here.” I said but she shook her head.
“Chinese is good. But, you didn’t have to.” she said and I shook my head as well.
“Believe me, you don’t want me cooking. You wouldn’t survive.” I said with a chuckle. “I’m not sure the kitc
