Tessa’s POV
“Do you like tomato and basil soup?” I asked from the kitchen, peering over at Joseph sitting on the couch.
“Sounds good,” he answered.
I was surprised when he agreed to come inside, even more shocked that I invited him. But now that he was here, I needed to prepare dinner for us both. I was pleased that he was here. Despite our many differences and the fact that I hardly saw him during the day, I missed hanging out with him in the evenings.
It was like a part of me was missing these last few days and now that he’s in my living room, sitting on my couch, waiting for me to return with food, it felt like that missing part has been filled.
I felt good about our friendship. I’m glad we talked a little bit earlier and cleared some of that negative energy away. But there was sti
