Free-Jones Apartment
New York City
United States of America
November 2120
“Do you want to eat something, Lena?” Ansel
asked. He peered into their shared office and saw Elena by her desk, working on
a drawing with earphones strapped to her ears. The man couldn’t help but smile,
coming closer and nudging her shoulder playfully with his free hand. “Lena.”
“Oh, shit, hi,” she greeted. Elena quickly
took the earphones off and smiled at the other, rubbing her eyes. “Shit, how
long have I been working?”
“A little more than two hours. You weren’t
coming out of the office to eat, so I decided to go out and get us something to
eat,” he explained. Ansel pulled his own chair over and Elena moved to give him
space, “Sushi?”
“Ansel Free actually feels too lazy to cook
for once,” she teased. He made a face and she smirked, pressing a kiss to his
nose. “Relax, I’m just teasing. What did you get?” She watched as he removed a
couple of containers from the paper bag, expression perking up as she took note
of what the other had bought.
His salmon sashimi, a few choices of sushi
rolls, and there was Elena’s personal favorite: tempura with Japanese fried
rice. Ansel took out two large cups of red tea next and she couldn’t help but
plant another kiss to his lips. “You really went all out with this, Free.”
“You shared a sushi post on your Facebook,
tagged me, and just put a smiley face,” he replied calmly. Elena snorted and
then poked his arm.