“Did you bring dressing for it?” Jay asked.
“Something better than that. I’m going to make my own vinaigrette.”
“Wow. You’re really going all out here.”
Stephen stuck his head out from the kitchen door. “It doesn’t really take that much effort to make a good vinaigrette. Do you like mushrooms?”
“Sure.”
Jay abandoned the couch in favor of the kitchen, telling himself that he was just going to offer to help Stephen, and he was in no way missing him. It would be insane to be lonely for a person who was literally in the next room. They were even having a conversation without raising their voices to be heard. But the fact was, Jay did miss Stephen terribly and felt relief rushing through him like a fresh breeze drifting through a stuffy room at the sight of him bent over the chopping board
