“Theo!" Lana sings my name. I tuck her phone under the blankets, but then I stop. Don't start keeping secrets from her. I grab her phone and head out to her. She's got a few grocery bags, her hair is up in a messy bun on her head, and she looks beautiful—even though I can see the sweat stains in the pits of her white t-shirt.
“I got some food!" she sings, holding the bags out. I can see the carton of eggs through the thin plastic bag.
“Awesome." I hurry over and grab the bags from her. “Here." I tuck her phone into her pocket. “You forgot this on the bed." I peck a kiss onto her cheek and lead the way to the kitchen.
“Thanks. Did I get any calls?" She starts to unload the bags.
“Uh…" I shouldn't lie to her.
“Oh, I got some spinach and cherry tomatoes on sale. I'll make us some eggs."
