Night settled over the apartment in soft gold and shadow.
Olivia sat at the kitchen table with her laptop open in front of her, though she hadn't read the same email in nearly ten minutes.
Across the room, Adrian unloaded groceries.
Or attempted to.
A box of pasta hit the counter harder than necessary.
Then a jar of sauce.
Then a bag of rice.
Olivia looked up.
"You know the groceries didn't personally offend you, right?"
"I know."
A carton of eggs nearly slipped from his hands.
She winced.
"So we're trying to kill the eggs now."
"They're fine."
"That wasn't a confident answer."
Adrian shoved the eggs into the refrigerator.
"They survived."
"Barely."
The fridge door shut harder than intended.
For a second neither of them spoke.
Olivia slowly closed her laptop.
The click
