She went to the fridge acutely aware the man was looking around her kitchen and waiting for her to invite him to sit. She didn’t. Instead, she pulled out two beer, passed him one and set hers on the counter. She then opened a small packet of something odoriferous wafting in his direction and listened to him choke on the smell while Casper ran in excited little circles around her feet.
“Freeze dried anchovies,” she shook the bag at him. “I went to Spain last year and brought them back as a joke for Elian's new pizza place. Casper chewed through my suitcase to get to them. I now order them in for him. He saw the delivery guy earlier and he’s been waiting patiently for them.” She passed him a piece of the silvery skinned fish and watched as he raced to the crate in the kitchen.
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