They made their way out of the metro station and crossed the street to Paul’s apartment, or started to, when a street side market caught Breanne’s eye. “Look, Nick.”
“Look at what?” he asked.
“That vegetable stand. We could pick up some fresh produce. Make dinner for Paul as a thank you for letting us stay with him.”
“You’re not still angry?” Nick asked. “He was very rude.”
“I agree, he was,” Breanne said, “but I’m willing to believe it was a one-time error, provided he never does it again. Besides, his manners don’t dictate mine.”
Nick smiled. “Do you cook, chérie? I admit I’ve never seen it.”
“There’s neither time nor opportunity when living on campus,” she replied. “I haven’t in years, and to be honest, I’m out of the habit, but… we’ll need to cook when we move into our apartment,
