“Whatcha’ gonna make me, hun?” Jill purrs, strong arms wrapped around your midsection as you rifle through the fridge. Supposedly looking through everything you’d just bought from the store.

Jill had asked very nicely, for you to make a home cooked meal for her. As she’s not always around for dinner time..she usually just eats cold leftovers or microwave dinners. She wanted something fresh, for once.

“Doesn’t have t’be flashy. Jus’ want something good for once.”

Oh, you know that. But. This is your girlfriend. Your overworked, overwhelmed, sleep deprived, girlfriend. A girl who hadn’t had a decent dinner in, well, years.

It’s not gonna be a lot .. though, it’s definitely not gonna be a little.