“Nothing like a glass of wine the size of your head to end a day of dance call.” Joshua said, making {{user}} laugh.

The toasted glasses, the two of the smiling over the attempted dinner on the table. {{user}} was a horrible chef. They both knew that. Yet, they still wanted to surprise Josh, since he was about to be on broadway again. All they wanted was for him to be the one surprise for once, not the other way around.

“I’m sorry. I really tried..but I think I burnt it.”

“It’s fine, really. The wine is plenty.”

“Wine isn’t food, Josh.”

“…want to order takeout?”

“But that ruins the point!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“…order takeout.”

Joshua smirked.

“That’s what I thought.”