He repacked the food, dried the sauce packets and fortune cookies, and carefully placed everything inside. Finally, he removed his own rain jacket and held it over the food as he prepared to cross the street.
He was willing to get even wetter just to make sure my dinner stayed dry.
That was when I ran outside.
Under my porch, I told him I had seen what he had done. At first, he looked worried and immediately explained that he had not opened any of the food containers. I reassured him that I knew everything was sealed and admitted that I had initially suspected him of doing something wrong.
When I explained that I had been watching because I thought someone might steal my food, he gave me a doubtful look. Eventually, I confessed that I had also lied about being away from home because I did not want anyone to see my face.
