Memories and Marshmallows // Katerina
“I don’t know. Someone who just finished getting there house together all day? And thank you. If there’s anything I’m good at cooking, it’s desserts, though I’ll admit there are some I should probably stop attempting.” She laughed. She honestly didn’t want to push him into it, but she did really appreciate the help.
Katerina grinned. “Really? That’s interesting to learn. Is it a big place?” she asked, curious about him and his life. “Do you miss it? Sorry. I shouldn’t be prying so much. I hardly ever want to talk about my life back home,” she confessed. “I should probably stop calling it home.”
“That has never crossed my mind before, but now that you mention it, they do. They’re such an unnecessary pain in the ass,” she muttered, picking up a box as well. There were four boxes, so it all worked out. They could each carry two.
“Don’t get too excited about the brownies!” Katerina exclaimed, chuckling a little. “They’re really good, I think, but you haven’t even had them yet! I’d hate for you to get your hopes up for something spectacular, Mr. Chef.”
"Don't stop attempting desserts. That's the one thing that confuses me. Besides, there's nothing wrong with a sweet tooth." Cayden figured she wanted to stop making desserts because she ate too many of them, but that was a complete paradox. There was no thing as too many desserts unless she made herself sick. That was a different story altogether. And it wasn't like she was heavy, either. He decided then and there that girls were completely strange and usually had horrible images of themselves. Kat was pretty. She should eat a brownie or four. Or seven.
"Nah, Converse is tiny. There's one stoplight in the whole place. Beautiful countryside, though." He shook his head at her question. Did he miss home? Hell no. There weren't words strong enough to describe how much he didn't miss home. That place had become a living hell for him and he would avoid it for the rest of his life. "I don't mind prying. Usually. But no, I don't miss it at all. I'll never set foot in that town again." Ever. "And I won't be offended if you don't answer, obviously, but do you miss it?"
Cayden managed to lug the box out the door even if it was awkward. He'd become a little bit of a master at boxes over the last couple days. Actually, he was sure most of the apartment complex were masters by now. "I already have my hopes up. They'll be epic." Judging by the way her apartment smelled when he walked in, they were amazing. Cayden moved his fingers out of the way as he slid the box into the bed of his truck with a shake of his head. "Think I can get a box and the brownies at the same time?" Without dropping them. That was the trick, because if he could manage it, they'd only have to make one more trip. Then he could light all his issues on fire.
Something told him it was going to be a good night.
