“well literally that’s not so true” I say as I recall how I decide to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

“I know and I didn’t mean it in a literal sense” he concludes, his eyes blazing with fire.

My hands become wet with sweat it makes me uncomfortable.

“let me prepare you some pasta. Don” I almost laugh when he turns back just to glare at her. Her face contour in pain. Like she was slapped. Now despite my current predicament I smile. Well who knows when next I’ll be able to. I say that thought alone makes my smile fall.

“alright I’ll see you next time”. She...