Keeley spent all of Saturday binge-watching reality shows Aaron had recorded for her in his awesome entertainment room. Molly, meanwhile, slowly explored the apartment. The excessive screen time gave Keeley a headache, so she sought other activities the next day.

First, she explored the rest of Aaron's house, having only seen a few rooms. She peeked into some guest rooms, but was most curious about the terraces. There were three! Who needed three terraces?

If she had three terraces, she would have planted an amazing rooftop garden. The terraces were largely empty; only one even had furniture.

Keeley decided to sunbathe and read on the single reclining lawn chair. A hammock would be amazing up there. She considered suggesting one, but Aaron didn't seem to spend much time on the terraces, so it might go unused.

Once sufficiently sun-baked, she went inside to bake cookies. Unfortunately, the kitchen lacked baking supplies—no sugar, flour, or chocolate chips.

She was about to go to a nearby convenience store when she overheard someone in the lobby mention one on the second floor. She found it surprisingly well-stocked for its size.

They even had bath bombs! She was tempted to try one in the amazing Jacuzzi-style tub upstairs, but wasn't sure if it would create a mess.

She decided to ask Aaron's permission first. She also needed to update him on Dinah.

"Do you happen to know if using a bath bomb would clog your tub's jets?"

"I don't even know what a bath bomb is."

Ah, she should have expected that. Bubble bath should be fine, as long as she didn't use too much. Better safe than sorry. She put down the bath bomb and chose bubble bath instead.

"No worries; I don't want to damage anything. Dinah's doing fine, though I think she misses you."

"She's a good cat. What have you been up to today?"

"Trying to find things to do after watching too much TV yesterday. I explored one of the terraces and am about to make cookies."

He didn't respond until she was back in the apartment and halfway through making the cookie dough. It was annoying to cream the ingredients by hand since he didn't own an electric mixer. Hers was at her dad's house.

"You should check out the fitness center on the third floor. It has a sauna, pool, and hot tub."

Goodness, what didn't this place have? She'd been there several times and knew nothing about the amenities. Her old apartment building only had the units and a tiny parking garage with one space per apartment.

A hot tub would be even better than a bubble bath. She planned to go there after the cookies were done.

"Thanks for the heads-up." Feeling she should be considerate, since she'd have free access to the hot tub, she sent another text: "How's Canada?"

"I've been in meetings for two days straight, so not great. It's cooler here, though, which is nice. Less humid, too."

Was he really talking about the weather? He always did that when he had nothing else to say. Was he that desperate to keep the conversation going?

She had to wait for the cookies to bake anyway. She could humor him once they were on a baking sheet. Aaron didn't even have a cookie scoop, so she had to form the dough balls by hand.

Keeley decided to mention the hammock. "Do you ever hang out on the terraces?"

"Sometimes, when the weather's nice. Why?"

"I noticed there's only one lawn chair. You might want a hammock; it would be super comfy for reading."

"I've never been in a hammock."

Never been in a hammock?! Right, he was a workaholic. Hammocks are generally considered relaxing. She should have known.

"Try one out at a store sometime. You won't be disappointed."

Then she realized something: the cat tree they'd chosen for Dinah had a hammock. His cat was more cultured than he was.

She laughed so hard she fell backward, crashing her kitchen chair to the floor. It hurt, but the shock kept her laughing. Why did laughing fits seem so common since Aaron had come back into her life?

He wasn't funny—probably the most serious person she'd ever met. What was funny was his ignorance of everyday things. He'd largely grown up and lived in a bubble.

They had expanded his horizons a bit when they were dating, but things stagnated after they married. His knowledge of simple, normal things was still woefully lacking.

Keeley stopped laughing. It was actually pretty sad. It wasn't entirely his fault; his parents were largely to blame.

When she finally got up, the first batch of cookies needed to come out of the oven. The timer on her phone went off. At least Aaron had oven mitts.

She checked for a response after putting in the next batch—nothing. He must have more meetings. But why did she feel a little disappointed?

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