*Ophelia*

By the time the food arrives, Asher’s still nowhere to be found.

I thank the driver and then shut the door, bringing our bag of food into the living room where I place it on the coffee table by the couch.

Should I go try to find him? I don’t want to seem clingy or anything, but it’s been well over half an hour since he’s been gone on his phone call.

Perhaps I could just pop my head in whatever room he’s in and let him know the food is here, ...