It tastes better than I know it should. But that’s because it’s hers. She had her hands on it. Her mouth on it. I lick a smudge of mayo off my fingertip. From the few meals we’ve shared, I think it’s safe to say my obsession with consuming her food doesn’t just apply to her home bakes, but also to anything she’s eaten herself. My eyes move to the crumbs on her plate. Cassandra seems to let a lot of my bad behavior go, but licking sandwich crumbs off a hotel plate might be too much.
