In the months that followed, I was promoted to the department manager. Work was going smoothly, and so was life. What I didn't expect was the knock on the door of my newly rented apartment one day. I opened it to find Tristan standing there.
I had no idea how he had tracked down my new address. I was about to close the door when he caught it with his hand.
He had brought a whole armful of the foods I loved. "I know you're shy about going out to eat these on your own, so I picked them up for you."
In the past, I had avoided going out unless absolutely necessary, terrified that someone would see I wasn't like other people. Whenever I wanted something, I always sent Tristan to fetch it.
But now, looking at the food in his hands, I said, "No. Some things only taste right when you eat them
