You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you’d experience. You have rejection and you have learn how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it.
“I want to get married, though I want children—to me that’s the ultimate thing. When you’re old and on your death bed, looking back at your life it’s not going to be the films you’ve made or what you’ve accomplished, it’s the relationships you have. You’re survived by things that matter—the people you love and those who love you back.”
I wash my hands and hunt for the wok, the oil, and the other ingredients I need, repeatedly brushing against him - my gip, my arm, my back, my hands. Small, seemingly innocent touched. He stills each time I do.
“I know whay you’re doing, Anastasia,” he murmurs darkly, still preparing the first pepper.
“I think it’s called cooking,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes.