We were watching TV at her place, should’ve been a normal night of relaxing after work. She cooked up the salmon, I was in charge of the seasoning and plating. Nice dinner, but we just ate it on her lap, on the couch.
“You don’t mind this?”
“Long as I’m getting fed, I guess.”
“Did you want to sit at the table?”
“I mean, it’s a nice meal. I just thought we’d be at the table.”
“You should’ve said something.”
“You’re the boss, you know? Carry me where you want, place me where you want. I’ll deal or I won’t.”
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