After a shower in the craziest shower, I’ve ever been in I rush to the kitchen. I’m running on E and need fuel ASAP. Mason is already here sitting at the counter on a bar stool, plastic, and aluminum containers surrounding him. A divine smell hits me making my stomach growl loud enough for Mason to hear. He just hands me a plate and I dig right in sitting next to him.
He got the Mediterranean, a souvlaki salad, rice bowls, pita wraps, pita chips, and chicken and beef shish kebabs. There are dressings and dips, even rice pudding and Baklava for dessert. I load my plate up, thinking every single thing looks amazing while having zero self-control to stop myself from indulging.
For a while, we’re lost in our plates until Mason breaks the silence. “Wysocki was on duty this morning and has bee
