V.The small supermarket just around the corner is surprisingly well stocked and I manage to tick everything off my list. It's not going to be a gourmet meal, but at least an improvement compared to the contents of his freezer.
I've always liked to cook, but it gets so boring when there is nobody to appreciate the end result. John will, though. He looked absolutely ecstatic when I made him breakfast on Saturday. Same thing just now when I put together the simplest sandwich in the world.
It's quite adorable.
When I get back to his place an hour later, he's sitting on the sofa, writing on a notepad. He looks up to greet me and his eyes linger on certain features of mine just a little longer than others. I wonder what's on his mind but I don't get the chance to ask.
"I was just writing dow
