“Maybe.” I smile goofily as I flip the first pancake in the pan.
“You know, you could come and help me.” I call.
“I’m good.”
“Well, if I’m in charge of the best breakfast of your life. I better be coming to the best date of my life tonight,” I call back.
“You’ll be coming alright, don’t doubt it.”
I giggle as I serve up the pancakes into a pile, I drizzle the berries and maple syrup over them and then sift icing sugar over the top.
I look over my handiwork.
Ha…. pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.
I arrange the plate onto a tray with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, and I twist my lips, it’s missing something.
I peer out the kitchen window and spy my target, that’ll do it.
I tiptoe outside and run to the fence, hanging over from the next-door neighbor’s house are pink flowers. I pick one and scamper back into the house, I put it into a tiny glass vase and proudly carry the tray into my bedroom. This shit really is the best breakfast of all time.
“Ta da.” I smile.
Dylan’s eyes light up, “Wow.”
I sit down beside him on the bed.
“Where’s yours?” he asks.
“I’m not much of a breakfast person,” I lie, I totally am, but I ate the first two disaster pancakes and now I’m full.
He pulls the pink flower out of the vase and tucks it behind my ear, we stare at each other as a perfect moment runs between us.
“I like you,” he whispers
I smile softly, this really is the best breakfast of all time. “I like you.”
“You know…..” He pauses as if choosing his words carefully. “If I had my time again, I would have asked you on a date, so we could have done this the right way round. I didn’t mean for……” He pauses, “What I’m trying to say is…… you deserved better than I offered last night.”
He’s feeling guilty about the wham bam way last night went.
“Well……. Don’t beat yourself up, I loved every minute of it, officer.”
His eyes hold mine as he sips his coffee, “Shut up, or I’ll cuff you.”
“You shut up, or I’ll suck your dick.”
He chuckles, “A cook who goes above and beyond, this restaurant is five stars.”
“You know it.”
We stare at each other, and I get the feeling that magic is happening here. There’s something about him, about the way I am when I’m with him.
I feel like myself, and yet, as cliché as it sounds, I feel exciting and new.
Naughty.
“Can you eat your breakfast, so I can kick you out?” I smirk.
