He laughed.
A little later, he opened the takeout app.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Whatever you—”
I stopped.
He waited.
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No rescue.
I looked at him.
“Chinese.”
Daniel grimaced.
“I hate Chinese.”
I raised an eyebrow.
He sighed.
“Chinese it is.”
For once, the dishes stayed in the sink.
The pink dress stayed where I could see it.Order Custom Logos
And Daniel complained about the egg rolls while I ate exactly what I wanted.
