she really only worked at this restaurant for the food, the food that you made, and for your personality, something about those things was alluring? Interesting? She doesn’t know why she’s attached to her favorite cook.

“How many have you made of this?”She asked you, sounding as emotionless as usual, leaning her side of the kitchen counter.

“I think you can stop, it’s closing almost.”She thought to add, already wanting to go back to the apartment you shared.