*Lucas*

I tossed some pasta in a pot of boiling water and stirred. There was a nice sauce simmering on the back burner and vegetables roasting in the oven. The entire mansion filled with the aroma of the meal.

I folded cloth napkins on the table and set out freshly grated parmesan cheese and a salad with a couple of dressing options.

As I lit the candles, I paused, the match burning low. It felt strange setting this dinner up for someone who wasn’t my mate. ...