Catching Up

(Camilla’s POV) The aroma of roasted garlic and herbs fills Kalel's apartment as he cooks his favorite dish that he wanted to share with me. It was accompanied with a soft jazz playing in the background. It's a familiar scent, one that brings back a flood of memories of our happy moments together. We used to eat together, laughing and arguing over who ordered the best menu. Now, it's just me and Kalel, sitting across from each other at his sleek, modern dining table. I’m trying my best to keep sober. "This is amazing," I say, taking a bite of the perfectly seared salmon. "You haven't lost your touch." He smiles, a flicker of something I can't quite place in his eyes. "I've been cooking a lot lately. Trying to keep myself busy." Busy? I guess being trillionaire has its own sides of making you so popular that you can't even do one thing right. I nod, understanding. We both know that "busy" is a euphemism for "trying to forget." We are both so busy trying to forget the pain, the anger, th