Although he gave me the key, I still knocked on his door when I arrived at his apartment's door. He opened it quickly.
"Dana? You didn't have to knock," he said.
"I just wanted to see whether you were already home," I said, entering and leaving the small bag by the door. "Have you thought about what you'll make for dinner?"
"I'm not much of a cook," Jack confessed. "So I thought I'd just fry some steak and some potato fries."
"Sounds good," I approved. A man who understood my feelings about food. Lots of meat, no veggies. That's what it's all about. "Let me help you peel the potatoes."
I hang my coat in the corridor and accompanied him towards the kitchen, where I started peeling potatoes.
"You're so fast," Jack observed.
"Lots of practice," I explained. "Potatoes are the basis of m
