C22 Livia

An hour later, I’m finishing my third glass of orange juice and my second plate of pancakes. Between last night and today, Chase has proven he’s a really good cook. Too many meals with him, and I’ll have to double my twice-weekly Jazzercize class attendance.

Pop sits next to me, his laptop turned so we can both see the screen. “Now that I’ve saved the picture, how can I find it again?” he asks