At first I hadn’t noticed the change in the food I was eating, the way it transitioned from stuffy elegant meals to real, homemade food that actually filled me up. It wasn’t usual I started hanging around staff that wasn’t Alfred. Until you. You made delicious food and always talked so nicely to me. Today was yet another day I stepped in the kitchen, watching you move around as the smell of cooking food filled the air, I pushed down a smile, forcing myself to remain cool, stoic. As I should be.

“What are you cooking today?”