Chapter 33: New Experiences
Xander made it a habit to come over most evenings for dinner after that day.
I offered to cook for him, which he did take me up on a few times, but most of the time he had his driver bring us back food. I agreed only if he made sure his driver and other guard also had food brought for them.
One evening, Xander knocked on the door as a gust of wind swept down the street. When I pulled the door open, his hair was pushed up on one side, and he seemed to be pushing back against the unseen force.
“Sushi?” I pulled back as he took off his coat. “Seriously?”
Xander laughed, which became a more common occurrence as we spent time together. “Never had it?”
We moved into the small living room and took up our usual places when he visited. “Uh, no. Not many places to get it back home. Plus, we are a town of fishermen who think raw fish is to be sold, not eaten.”