"Yep."
"So, how often do you teach?" I moved to her couch and placed my drink on the coffee table.
"Once a month or when they need a fill-in. It's a group of us that rotate."
"Very cool." With a sly smile, I collapsed back on the couch and stretched out with my hands behind my head.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she blew on the end of a spoon before taking a small bite.
"Will you paint me like your French girls?" I dramatically asked, quotingTitanic.
Sofia rolled her eyes as she turned her back to me. "Wow, so original," I swore I saw her fight back a smile.
Dinner was served at the kitchen island. My mouth watered as I watched her place the small round pan of freshly baked cornbread in front of me. Next, she set the hot pot of chili on a cooling rack before grating cheese into a small bowl.
"Here." She placed an empty bowl in front of me. "Help yourself; there's plenty."
She didn't need to tell me twice. I cut a slice of warm cornbread and placed it in my bowl before scooping a generous amount of chili on top. I then finished it off with another piece of cornbread on top with a scattering of cheese around the hot mince.
My spoon sliced through the layers, and when that first portion entered my mouth, I groaned in bliss. I didn't care that I sounded like a porn star. It was fucking good chili. And with the contrast of the buttery bread with the salty spice of the chili and mince...fuck -
"Marry me," I groaned before stuffing another overloaded spoonful into my mouth.
Sofia quirked her brow up at me as she delicately mixed her chili around her cornbread. How was she not inhaling this?
"And what perks would you bring to the marriage?"
Since my mouth was stuffed like a chipmunk's, I winked and waggled my brows at her instead.
"Forget I asked!" She shook her head at me in laughter.
After dinner, I helped her clean up before we each grabbed another drink and settled on the couch to discuss the upcoming trip.
"So Barron said he wanted something casual and low-key. Did you have any ideas?" She asked, her pen poised on her notepad as if we were planning a Presidential dinner. She was so cute.
I scratched my chin. "Like, I dunno, a city break to Pittsburg?"
"Lame. We can do that anytime."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so do you have any ideas?"
"Well, there are so many beautiful nature spots. We can go camping, maybe rent an RV or pitch a tent somewhere?"
"Or Glamping," I suggested.
Sofia sighed as she scribbled something on her notepad. "Gosh, you're such a princess."
"Hey," I bumped her ankle playfully with my foot. "I like camping with the best of 'em, but "pitch a tent somewhere" doesn't exactly sound appealing. I'm picturing a tiny tent surrounded by hard ground and extra blankets in case we freeze."
"Well, obviously, it's going to be decent. Not likeStand By Meor anything."
"Stand by Me?" I puzzled.
"What? It's the only camping movie I could think of."
I snorted as I thought of the popular 80's coming-of-age movie about a group of twelve-year-old friends. And then, suddenly, an idea hit me.
"Hey, I got it!"
