05-20-2014, 09:39 AM
After Ayden got out the ingredients, she closed the door. Sheepishly she said, "This the first time I've used the kitchen."
Connor looked at her and faked worry. "Uh-oh. So you're a mean cook who's never used the kitchen? Uhhhh...Should we just order take out instead?"
He then winked at her.
She found the glasses and then started fiddling around with pots and pans, pulling out a cast iron skillet. She smiled playfully. "I suppose if you don't want to be waited on I can deal with you. Can you cook a steak?"
"Can I cook a steak?"
He mockingly changed his voice. "You see here missy, I'm from the south-west. Of course I can cook a steak."
His voice returned to normal. "Course to do it properly, I'd need a grill. But we'll make do."
He smiled at her.
The kitchen was tight- evidently kitchens even in nice Moscow apartments weren't made for couples to work together in- so he had to move closer to where she was to reach for the the paper wrapped steaks and skillet on the counter next to her. He looked down at her and sheepishly said, "Sorry. Not trying to crowd you."
Of course, he had exactly been trying to get close to her. He looked at her a moment more- God, she was beautiful.- then stepped back to the other end of the counter on the other side of the stove and started looking around at the shelves and cupboards. "Well since you don't know where anything is and I don't know where anything is, I guess we both better start exploring."
Hunting around found them the spices. He put the skillet on the burner and turned it on, to let the iron get really hot. He also switched on the stove. He unwrapped the steaks and slapped one of them making a good wet platt!- a good piece of meat- and prepared them quickly, lightly rubbing rubbing oil on the steaks, then salt and pepper. After throwing them into the skillet for a little time on both sides, he threw the whole thing into the now super hot oven.
As he worked he thought about her words, the cadence and way she had spoken. There was an accent that peeked out at times, especially when she was laughing. "Is that the south I hear on your tongue? Maybe Texas?"
Edited by Connor Kent, May 20 2014, 10:07 AM.
Connor looked at her and faked worry. "Uh-oh. So you're a mean cook who's never used the kitchen? Uhhhh...Should we just order take out instead?"
He then winked at her.
She found the glasses and then started fiddling around with pots and pans, pulling out a cast iron skillet. She smiled playfully. "I suppose if you don't want to be waited on I can deal with you. Can you cook a steak?"
"Can I cook a steak?"
He mockingly changed his voice. "You see here missy, I'm from the south-west. Of course I can cook a steak."
His voice returned to normal. "Course to do it properly, I'd need a grill. But we'll make do."
He smiled at her.
The kitchen was tight- evidently kitchens even in nice Moscow apartments weren't made for couples to work together in- so he had to move closer to where she was to reach for the the paper wrapped steaks and skillet on the counter next to her. He looked down at her and sheepishly said, "Sorry. Not trying to crowd you."
Of course, he had exactly been trying to get close to her. He looked at her a moment more- God, she was beautiful.- then stepped back to the other end of the counter on the other side of the stove and started looking around at the shelves and cupboards. "Well since you don't know where anything is and I don't know where anything is, I guess we both better start exploring."
Hunting around found them the spices. He put the skillet on the burner and turned it on, to let the iron get really hot. He also switched on the stove. He unwrapped the steaks and slapped one of them making a good wet platt!- a good piece of meat- and prepared them quickly, lightly rubbing rubbing oil on the steaks, then salt and pepper. After throwing them into the skillet for a little time on both sides, he threw the whole thing into the now super hot oven.
As he worked he thought about her words, the cadence and way she had spoken. There was an accent that peeked out at times, especially when she was laughing. "Is that the south I hear on your tongue? Maybe Texas?"
Edited by Connor Kent, May 20 2014, 10:07 AM.