Simon's POV:
I moved into the apartment I had rented in advance. For that entire month, I slept until I woke on my own, went downstairs to eat, strolled along the river, and sat on a bench staring into space.
After that day, I didn't see Philip again, but containers of food often appeared outside my door. Beef stew, mashed potatoes, roast chicken—everything I loved. One bite was enough to know he had made it.
Several times, I wanted to message him and ask why he never knocked. Each time, I opened our chat only to realize I had no idea what else to say. In the end, I carried the food inside without sending anything.
I ate all of it. There was no sense letting good food go to waste.
When my vacation ended, I went back to work, and life continued as usual. I was never quite ready to see
