Luna
Once I reach my flat, I leave Richard sitting on the couch and rush through my shower, get dressed and return within minutes.
I feel fresh and clean, but a longer soak under the shower spray would have done the trick. I walk into my kitchen thinking of what to eat. I settle on a peanut butter sandwich with tea. I make enough for both of us.
I carry the food to the sitting area and place it on the coffee table.
Richards say a soft thanks and reaches for the tea. We sit there in silence while we eat. Once done I turn to him.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask him.
“Uhmm,” Richard begins pulling at his clothes. I reach for his hands and force him to be still. He takes a deep breath and calmly looks at me. “It’s about the launch of my new book. They are giving me Carte B
