As he kept watching her stir the sauce – even though it probably didn’t need any more stirring – he couldn’t help remembering how he had used to go over to her dorm and they would cook together. They had made pasta with cream sauce a few times there too. Those evenings had been really nice. The c
Joe opened a few cabinets, looking for a bowl for the pasta. When he couldn’t find anything he shot her a questioning look, pointing to the noodles in the strainer. “Sure, it’s a chance,” she muttered, her eyes meeting Joe’s. She pointed to the cabinet above the stove. Joe opened it and she nodded.
Robert would have a ball making fun of her! Joe had come up beside her with the wine bottle. “I think it’s better not to tell anyone,” he said and leaned in a bit, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You and I eating together, that’s real bad…” “Shut up or you’ll really leave without any food!” she
“Yeah, it’s been there for four generations. I saw his father only once, and his grandma… VIP, high society kind of people. I think there’s even some aristocratic streak in there as well. At least that’s what Richard let slip once…” Joe laughed. “Hence his regal behavior. Still, can’t picture him i
Poking around in her noodles, D registered that apparently he had told Jack. Across from her, Joe straightened up and she could feel him look at her. She glanced over at him and found him giving her a crooked smile. “So, it’s all a bit of a mess right now.” He shrugged. “But you’re hardly the right
D swallowed, feeling as if someone had just knocked the air out of her. Petrified she stared down on her plate. This dinner had just gone very, very wrong. Across from her, Joe resumed eating. She didn’t dare to look at him, but from the corner of her eye she could see him finish the last bit of hi
The abruptness of her movement in combination with the look she gave him, made him take a step back reflexively and just place the dishes on the counter. Raising his hands in surrender, he backed up and got out of her way. Her hands shaking, D grabbed the salad bowl that still had some salad inside
“Okay,” he said as he opened the fridge, “now that we have survived the real uncomfortable part, let’s have some tiramisu!” Even though she had heard what he had said, it took D a moment to grasp that – unexpectedly – he hadn’t informed her that he was going to leave. It was so unexpected in fact,