““What did you get?” “I didn’t know what you like, so I got a mix of random things from this Japanese fusion place on Seamless.” My brows flew up after entering the living room. He’d done more than order random things. His industrial kingdom had been tidied so there was nothing but dark leather furniture, a rich burgundy rug, and wood that gleamed under golden lamplight. His coffee table—which had once been a massive brushed metal steamer trunk—was laden with containers of sushi, rice, teriyaki dishes, and various sides. He’d also laid out plates and a bottle of sake.””
