Cassidy and I were both in the apartment for most of Sunday, though we barely talked to each other and spent most of our time in our rooms. It became especially awkward when I started making dinner and Cassidy remained in her room with the door slightly open. It appeared she didn't want to talk until the time for talking arrived.

But once the food was spread out and she was sitting across from me on our tiny little dining room table, she had barely finished complimenting my cooking with the first bite of food before she decided to dive right in.