“Dinner should be ready in ten. Are you hungry?” I’ll take his grunt as a yes. “You didn’t have to cook for me.” “And you didn’t have to offer me a room here, but alas. It’s not like I’m being forced to do it, boss man. I’m doing it because I want to. I love cooking. It’s relaxing.” “Don’t call me that.” “Don’t call you what? Boss man?” “We’re not at work.” I shrug. “Fair enough.”
