Later the evening, I made dinner. I haven't seen Connor since I showed up. He has been in the study ever since. I hate to make him angry, it reminds me of the office days. I set the dinner on the kitchen counter and I walk upstairs. The door to the study is slightly ajar so I push it open a little bit. He is sitting by the desk, his head is in his hands, pages scattered on the desk. I feel really bad for putting him in this situation. I knock softly on the door, he looks up at me.
"I made dinner, if you would like to eat" I say, afraid he would say something rude.
"I will be right there" he says. I turn around and I walk down the stairs. When I reach the kitchen counter, I sit down on a bar stool. I look at the dinner, I made pasta. He eventually joins me at the kitchen counter.
"How
