The straightforward meal came to an end. After getting to her feet, Annabel started gathering the empty bowls. Fred followed suit. Their motions had a calm easy rhythm.
In response Fred said “I can do the dishes.”
“It's the least I can do.” answered Annabel. “You prepared food. It’s also my mess.”
Fred smiled without arguing. He simply gave her a bowl to dry in. Annabel accepted it stroking his fingers. He did not retreat.
The sound of running water filled the tiny kitchen as they stood next to each other at the sink. They sat in cozy silence while Annabel washed and Fred dried.
The apartment was suddenly filled with a sharp loud knock. It had a demanding almost urgent tone. Annabel's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she turned to face
Fred.
“Are you expecting someone?” She ques
