Three days ago, before his world had turned upside down, Sky had been filled with a quiet anticipation.
When he left that morning before Chris woke up, he had left his note pretty vague.
The whole truth was— Mei was coming over.
Sky wiped his hands on the kitchen towel, glancing around Mei's apartment. Everything was in place. The bed was neatly made, the clutter cleared, and the small dining table had two plates set. He'd even lit a candle, though he wasn't sure if that was overdoing it.
But he hadn't stopped there. He'd also prepared a meal, a simple but flavorful dish that he hoped Mei would enjoy. He'd even packed a portion for Chris, carefully placing it in a container. He hadn't thought of any excuses to give Chris if he asked where the food had come from. He didn't want to lie. He wanted Chris to know he had made it. He wanted to see his reaction, to hear what he thought. If he liked it.
