Work in Progress (untitled) updated 5 Jan
1 - Stacy The kitchen was small, its surfaces perpetually cluttered despite Edward’s best efforts to maintain order. Stacy stood by the stove, stirring a pot of simmering marinara sauce with one hand while swiping through her phone with the other. She’d insisted on making dinner, as usual, dismissing Edward’s protests with a playful eye-roll. “Honestly, Eddie,” she said, tilting her head to glance at him. “You’d starve if I didn’t show up. You can’t survive on sandwiches and takeout forever.” Edward leaned against the counter, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up after a long day at the office. He watched her with an amused smile. “I think I’d manage. But I’m not about to stop you if it means fresh pasta and sauce instead of reheated pizza.” Stacy stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to the pot. “Exactly. Just admit I’m good for you.” It was early evening, and the apartment felt alive in a way it didn’t on other nights. Stacy’s visits had that effect, her presence ...