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“Yes, I was drawing it and got lost in thought. Will you help finish this entrance area while I complete the drawing?” I agree and we switch places as we paint.
We paint till the clouds get dark while we listen to music, eat pizza, recreate some old-school dance steps, and play with some paint.
I go outside to help her move the boxes in as she tells me where to place them. They contain books, stationery, shoes, and kitchen utensils, numbering up to eight boxes.
When we are done, we both look painted and exhausted from climbing up and down the ladder.
We slump on the floor beside each other, careful enough not to spill more paint on our bodies. I hear her stomach make a loud sound, and we laugh so hard.
“I have an idea to quiet your noisy tummy.”
“What could that be if not food?” She chuckles.
“Not just any food, but a proper meal made by the Master Chef.”
“That’s such a great idea, as I haven’t even stocked up the kitchen. I’m stuck with takeouts till tomorrow.”
“Let me be your chef for the night then,” I say with pride in my culinary skills.
Her eyes roll as she throws her head back in laughter.
“I hope you still have your magic touch from years ago?”
“Some gifts never die. Prepare to have your mind completely blown. Be my guest.”
“I gladly will.”
Heading over to my place while she showers and gets ready, I wonder how long she will be here for. For Lea to consider repainting the house, she must have plans to stay here for a long while. It feels nice to have a familiar face around.
I wash off the paint, don an apron, and quickly whip up some Chicken Alfredo. Now, I see why my mom would always emphasize having something for a quick meal in the fridge all the time. Afterwards, I proceed to have a shower.
My doorbell rings as I put on a T-shirt and spray my signature cologne in the right places.
As I open the door, I see how beautifully stunning she still looks. She won lots of pageants back in high school and there are more reasons to justify her victories even now.
“Make yourself comfortable. You are home.”
“Thank you, Damien. The outside of your house impressed me, but I am even more astonished by the inside.”
“Thanks, Lea. I got the best workers in Los Angeles. Being an interior and construction guy with such exquisite taste, I had intricate details that needed to be followed to execute everything I wanted. They understood the assignment and executed it to the T.”
“I love the aesthetic paintings, and the couch blends nicely with the wooden floors. Excellent choice! The interior designers deserve their accolades,” Lea says and then clears her throat, “By the way, Kelvin called again, saying you weren’t picking up your calls. He asked about the deal.”
“I have decided to keep him in the dark on this one like he did to us.”
We laugh at our new common enemy, and then I smile at her excitement while she sets the dinner table.
As we dive into the meal, we also delve into other areas of our lives that we had missed out on earlier in the day.
“You still make heavenly meals, Damien! You have not lost your Master Chef touch after all.” She says this as she takes in the meal’s flavor.
Culinary school was one place I spent the past year in. I just adore making a delectable meal with a combination of distinct ingredients. My days of learning are paying off now.
I struggle between eating my meal and watching her devour hers as she makes funny sounds and faces. I must have hit the jackpot with this dish.
I share some stories from culinary school and my face-off with the Chief Chef. I lost five grand in a bet but learned many techniques.
Instead of a cognac, which I planned to drink earlier, I opened a bottle of white wine and filled our glasses.
