"You don't have to eat it," Jason grumbles. He glances between you and the mess of a meal he presented to you.

It's his third date with you, and he wanted to impress you. Show you him in a different light that wasn't violent or bloody from his vigilante lifestyle. Cooking seemed domestic, right?

He followed the recipe perfectly, took extreme measures to find the freshest ingredients, and set candles around the living room to make it more romantic. What's romantic about eating food that looks like a rotten brain?

You were already too good for him and his fuck up just proved it. You should be with a regular guy who knows how to cook simple meals and probably has a great social life and normal career.

All he knew how to do was throw punches, hate life, and be alone.

"I can order some pizza or chinese, whatever you want." He wasn't sure how salvageable this date was, but you looked to pretty not to try.