(Sebastian)
I managed another ten pages before Zara put her book down. She stretched her legs across the couch and looked at the clock. It was getting close to six, and neither of us had eaten since lunch. I closed my book when she turned toward me.
"Are you hungry?"
"A little. What would you like?"
"Something simple. Maybe sandwiches."
"I can ask the kitchen to prepare something."
"No, I'll make them."
She stood before I could offer to help. I watched her collect both books and place them on the coffee table. Then she reached for my hand and pulled me up from the couch. Apparently, I wasn't going to remain seated.
"You're coming with me."
"Am I needed?"
"Someone has to get the plates."
"I believe I can manage that."
"We'll see."
I followed her into the kitchen and opened the
