When I got there, I was expecting to see the coffee table laden down with movies again. But not only were they not there, the TV was missing too. The light was on in his bedroom and I heard movement, so I followed the sounds. Jake stood in front of his dresser, fiddling with cords and stuff as he set up the TV on top of it.
“What’s this?” I asked with a puzzled frown.
“Movies in bed. The perfect escape. What’s that?” he replied, nodding at the container in my hands.
“Um. Well, I know we were going to have pancakes, but I forgot I had a thing, so I had to leave. I can’t cook, but here’s some… um… the label says banana bread,” I explained. I thrust the dish out for him to take.
Jake smiled at me again. This time, it was genuine.
“You don’t have to keep bringing me stuff, y’know,” he sa
