My heart gives a little sharp blow.
"You haven't eaten anything, have you?"
I shake my head slowly.
"No. I hadn't eaten. I had no intention of doing so."
He nods as if confirming something he already knew.
"I couldn't go to sleep peacefully knowing that you would probably be here... alone... No desire to cook."
His voice is not dramatic.
He has certainty.
"So I came."
He barely shrugs.
"And I bought your favorite food to make sure you ate something."
I stare at him.
I don't know what to say, it's not a big gesture. It's not spectacular, but it's... Exactly.
It's what I needed and I didn't even know I needed.
"How did you know I wasn't going to eat?" I asked almost in a whisper.
He tilts his head slightly.
"I know you."
That phrase goes through me.
Because for a long time
