A half a sandwich and some toast was hardly a gourmet meal, but any meal shared with Freddie was something he would gladly take. Their toast popped and onc prepared they added it to their plates, carrying them to the table to eat.
Once stuck in, Armaan shifted the conversation back to unloading things. At least he had stopped crying by now. "I don't know why I never even considered anything like this. With the racism that gets thrown at me every week at the bodega, you think I would. This country is not kind to brown men with beards."