James made a low chuckle, seeing me coming out with mountains of stacks of paper I was carrying with me when he picked me up at the end of the day, it was around 6.30 pm when I had decided to bring the s**t of old cases that needed to be digitalised, really, was she living in the f*****g nineties not having this s**t more then on paper?
We were having dinner, James was eating, and I was just pushing the pasta around, having one bite or two, it tasted like s**t, but I couldn’t blame him, I hadn’t offered to help to cook, and he sucked at it, being the king of pasta after all.
“Andrea…. Just… eat...” he pushed the plate closer to me when I frowned… I was still thinking about what happened today, outside the café and he knew it when he gave up and just leaned back, looking at me through his
