Cole’s place was bigger than I thought. He grabbed a pair of men’s slippers, tripping over himself as he did. “These might be too big, but they’re the only new ones.” I laughed. “Don’t worry.”

“I try to keep it clean, but it might be a little messy.” He was acting like the guest. I threw myself on the couch. “I can’t cook, so it’s all you.”

Instead of going to the kitchen, he grabbed a frot. My wrist was a mess from Chad. He started soaking the gauze. “You might feel it.” He took his time. After half an hour, he finished bandaging it. “Don’t get it wet.”

“How am I supposed to shower?” “You don’t have to for a day.” He paused. “I won’t mind.” “You better not.” I WON. “Good. Now go make dinner.” He smiled and nodded.

I felt comfortable around Cole. An hour later, he served up four dishes: sweet and sour pork, garlic shrimp, steamed fish, and cucumber salad. He handed me chopsticks. “Try it.” After the first few bites, I gave him a thumbs-up. It tasted amazing.