I bite the edge of my lip, not believing I just admitted that.
âMe?â
Hans looks so surprised, itâs worth the bit of ego I have to shed sharing this next part. âYeah, so, I always wanted toâstart the blogâbut I didnât want to waste the stuff I made. And itâs not like I can just make a single cookie. Recipes are bigger than that. And I need extra to make sure I have a good one for photos. Ya know?â
Hans nods slowly.
âWellâ¦â I sigh. âI was embarrassed about not being good, and I couldnât bring myself to ask any of my previous neighbors if theyâd want anything. And for the last, I dunno, several years, Iâve worked from home, so I didnât have an office or something to bring them to.â
âYou didnât have someone to share with,â Hans says, putting it together.
I nod, even though his eyes are on the road. âI did my first posting the weekend after we met. I thought, maybe, a guy who lived alone wouldnât mind some extra food now and again.â I bite my lip. âI donât know if you rememberâ ââ