We drove to Dominic's parents' house and gave the bags of clothes, towels and sheets to the maid. It's so strange to me that Dominic's family has people to do things like clean their clothes and make their meals. I know that's what wealthy people do, but it's still strange. Rather than wait around at the house, we go to a coffee shop in town and eat breakfast.
"Dominic, are you going to have a maid and cook when you graduate and get your own place?"
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I might get a maid, because I can't stand cleaning. But not a live-in one like my dad has. And I don't need someone to cook for me. I can do that myself."
"You can cook? I didn't know that."
"I'm no Michelin chef, but I can make a decent meal. Why are you asking me all of this?"
"It's just
