Nodding, I drop the bag of food on the counter and duck into the tiny laundry room to grab a clean t-shirt and pull it on, then pull plates down from the cabinet. I hadn't even realized just how hungry I was until there was food put in front of me, and my stomach growls with eager anticipation as I hand a plate over to Jamie and then load mine up with tacos.

"No, this is perfect. Thank you." After moving out of the way so he can fix his plate, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and set one down in front of him before dropping down at the small table in the dining nook. The whole apartment is pretty small, and that worked when I was living here alone, pathetic and sad, and while it still mostly works with me and Oliver here, it's probably time to start thinking about a new place.

"Ohh, my God. These are amazing," I say with my mouth full, nodding happily as I go in for another bite.