Sebastian
We spent the following three weekends touring properties together, an experience so ordinary and domestic that I found myself, more than once, simply marveling at the novelty of it. Julian and I, walking through open houses hand in hand, discussing kitchen layouts and natural light without either of us glancing over our shoulders first.
"This one," Julian said, standing in the kitchen of a converted townhouse in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood considerably removed from either of our previous apartments. "Sebastian, look at this light. And the kitchen's large enough that I could actually test recipes here instead of always using the restaurant's kitchen after hours."
I watched him move through the space, already imagining where furniture might go, already claiming corners of t
