“Definitely potatoes, pumpkin,” I mumble to myself.
He clears his throat. “So you’ll send me the list?”
I blink a few times, realizing I didn’t answer him. “Yes, sorry, I will. Should I cook cauliflower and broccoli, or will it end up in the bin?”
“Cook some. Me and Rage will eat it.”
I pull up a new message on my phone and type in potatoes, pumpkin, broccoli, and cauliflower.
“Hey, Ava?”
“Mmm . . .” I reply as I slowly bring my eyes up to gaze at him.
“Stop saying sorry.”
“Sorry.” I flinch and he chuckles, shaking his head. “I can’t help it.” It’s ingrained in me, and I know it will take a long time to get rid of those habits.
“What alcohol do you want?”
“I’m not a big drinker, but the wine at the wedding was nice. I don’t know the names of them.”
“It’s all right. I’ll check wi
