“I was wondering if you could make me a salad today. I have an opening at two.” My teeth sink into my lip as I try not to grin. In a life with very few accomplishments of late, this feels like a huge win for me, as pathetic as that is. “What I hear you saying is you now crave my salads.” “There are things I’d crave from you long before salad,” he replies, and goosebumps crawl over my arms.
