𝐏 𝐑 𝐈 𝐃 𝐄 .

Chef de Cuisine. Restaurateur. NYC based.

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bentley  was  afraid  of  falling  down  the  rabbit hole ,  of  getting  herself  worked  up  to  the  point  where  it  wrecked  her.  if  her  mind  clouded  over  and  jumped  to  the  worst  case  scenarios ,  then  she  didn’t  have  a  shot  of  finding  her  earring.  it  was  a  good  thing  that  micah  was  here ,  lest  she  might  implode  from  the  dread  setting  in.  still ,  her  shoulders  sagged  when  he’d  said  he  didn’t  see  anything.  the  mention  of  the  stairs ,  however ,  was  enough  to  have  her  stand  up  a  little  straighter ,  having  retraced  her  steps.  ❝  oh ,  i  don’t  think  it  would  have  been  there.  i  mean ,  last  time  i  used  the  stairs ,  i  was  sure  they  were  both  in.  ❞  she  kept  speaking ,  suddenly  unable  to  stop  herself. ❝  it’s  a  teardrop  shape ,  and  it’s  about  a  few  inches  big ,  only  two  i  think.  i  –  i  know  that  it  sounds  irrelevant ,  but  these  earrings  are  sentimental. ❞  realizing  that  it  would  probably  be  easier  for  him  to  actually  see  the  earring ,  bentley  took  the  other  one  out  of  her  ear  and  held  it  out  to  him ,  letting  it  twinkle  in  the  flourescent  lighting.  ❝  i  was  going  downstairs  to  get  my  mail  when  i  realized  it  was  gone.  i’ve  been  looking  around  this  entire  area ,  but  to  no  avail.  do  you  have  your  phone  on  you ??  i  want  to  look  under  this  table ,  but  i’d  need  a  flashlight.❞

        Accessories are tricky to find, especially jewelry, Micah knew. He understood the missing earring was of value, too. Otherwise, Bentley wouldn’t be looking for it. “ Come on, if it was irrelevant, you wouldn’t be searching for it, ” Micah reasoned, halting his movement and standing next to Bentley so he can have a better look at the earring. “ Very pretty, ” he remarked, nodding once and thanking her. Now that he’s had a good visual of the jewelry, he’s hopeful they will find it. “ — Oh, yeah. I do. ” He fished out his mobile phone and handed it to Bentley. “ Flashlight’s on the lock screen. ” He made a gesture with his hand, then looked across the hallway. “ I’m gonna look at the corners and see if your earring’s there. Let’s hope no one has stepped on it. ”

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         carson’s life before moving in with micah had consisted of simple but healthy meals with not too many steps — and plenty of rice. here, leaned against the counter watching micah cook, delicious aromas already bubbling in their kitchen, brings carson back to fond childhood memories — those in those days micah had been frying grilled cheese, not fine fillets of fish. he watches micah’s precise movements, instinctive in the way he commands a kitchen, even if it’s just their own modest one in a shared two bedroom.     “ very good back up plans, ”     he cedes with a nod. the sizzling sound of butter is a solid argument.     “ you’ve convinced me ; jamaican can wait for another night. ”     though now that he’s put it into his head, he really does have a taste for jerk chicken — maybe tomorrow. carson would argue he’s watching, not staring now, a bit entranced by the sounds and movements.     “ maybe we should add a new section to that webpage : chef micah behind the scenes ?? ”

         “ I was joking about SPAM lite and fried rice, C, ” remarked Micah, laughing for a moment and glancing at Carson once more. That’s classic Carson, just about game with SPAM as long as fried rice was involved. It all goes back to their childhood. When his friend suggested a video section on one of his web pages, Micah hummed in response, grabbing a spoon and focusing his attention back on the pan. “ Let me think about it, yeah? ” He decided, now basting the fillets with brown butter. He does it for two minutes, then added some lemon juice before letting the fish sit on the pan for three more minutes. “ We’re just about ready here, ” Micah decided, standing up straight and grinning at Carson. “ You wanna grab us plates? And I’ll grab the aioli in the fridge. ”

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bentley  was  frantic,  actively  searching  high  and  low  for  the  diamond  earring  she’d  lost.  when  did  she  lose  it?  she  couldn’t  remember.  where  was  she?  she  couldn’t  remember  that,  either.  the  only  thing  the  brown - eyed  girl  could  remember  was  that  the  earrings  were  a  gift  from  her  father  and  they  were  her  lucky  earrings.  ❝  no , no , no , no . ❞   the  girl  chanted  as  she  rushed  through  the hallway ,  checking  around  the  decorative  plant  and  even  going  so  far  as  to  get  on  her  knees  to  get  a  better  look  at  the  ground.  she  was  sick  to  her  stomach  but  couldn’t  afford  to  give  up  hope  this  early  in  the  search.  still  on  her  hands  and  knees ,  she  crawled  throughout  the  hallway  to  no  avail  …  until  she  found  herself  staring  at  someone’s  feet.  oh  no.  stilling ,  the  girl  looked  up  before  giving  a  queasy  smile ,  staggering  to  her  feet.  ❝  you  wouldn’t ,  by  any  chance ,  have  seen  a  diamond  earring  lying  around ,  have  you ? ❞  it  was  a  shot  in  the  dark ,  but  that  was  what  she  had.

         Micah’s eyes landed on Bentley as soon as he stepped into the hallway. He’s currently taking his much-needed day off, hitting the boxing gym, and had a good session. He has a few personal errands he planned on doing today, none were crucial or he was following a schedule. Still, he wanted to get them done. Also, he wanted to drop off his gym bag and change into comfortable clothes. “ No, I don’t think so. Didn’t notice any while I was using the stairs, ” he answered, dropping his bag on the corner and taking a knee to look around. “ How big is the earring, and what shape? ” It’s a massive hallway. They have a lot to cover. But if they know what they’re looking for, two pairs of eyes are better. “ Did you notice right away like, were you wearing it or holding on to it? ”

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          “ do you really think that’s going to taste good ?? ”     carson’s skepticism is more for show than real, something both of them probably realize, but he’s not beyond playing a little devil’s advocate when it comes to culinary experimentation. even if he’s not particularly qualified like the critics are ( though perhaps even they lack qualification beyond appealing to the masses ), carson likes to think he has a stake in such things ; especially when it’s their own dinner they’re talking about. carson leans on their counter, peering over at whatever is being concocted in their kitchen, fingers drumming against the faux marble.     “ do you have a back up ?? that jamaican place on 78th, maybe ?? ”

          “ What are the three secrets of French cuisine? ” Micah remarked, eyeing the cast-iron pan he had just brushed on with butter. Direct heat, that’s always the trick when working with a delicate fish. Striped bass, four 6-ounce fillets, skin on — that’s what’s cooking on the pan. Not frying, that’s another technique altogether. “ Butter, butter, butter. ” He added, grinning at Carson before grabbing the spatula once the skins are crisp, flipping the fish, and then adding the remaining butter. In between the fillets, not on top of them. “ I always have back up on back up. ” Micah glanced at Carson, gradually lowering the heat and letting the butter melt and lightly brown. “ SPAM in our, you know, ” and made a casual gesture towards their pantry. “ Classic and Lite. Pair it with Yangzhou fried rice — or do you just wanna eat out and have Jamaican? ”

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