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She sat in the armchair opposite. The lighting was soft and low. The space far too intimate. This was her sanctuary, her place of refuge. And yet, having him here wasn’t generating the effect that she would have expected. She was still a little angry, yes—but more than that was something else, something like excitement.

She thought of something then as her stomach growled quietly. "Have you eaten?" she asked

Kaleb took another drink from his glass and shook his head. "No." He replied. He just realized then that he’d hardly eaten all day; he’d been so consumed with getting out of work and over here. It made him feel uncomfortable now.

Sasha put down her glass and stood up. "I was going to make myself something to eat…that is, if you want something, too?"

"That would be great, I’m starving." He smiled, and the room seemed to tilt for a second.

Sasha picked up her glass and backed into the kitchen, which was just feet away from where he now sat with an arm stretched out over the b