HE WAS BARELY on time. the radio was blasting the current top charts which he hated, accompanied by the sound of his rusty tea kettle he used once every decade. vampires cannot drink or eat standard human food-- there was no use in owning a kitchen, even. however it was an essential part about fitting in. and sometimes he made dumb decisions, such as asking girls out so he could cook for them .. when he had no idea how to. kaleb decided to make pasta, as it seemed to be the easiest solution, but even that turned out to be a big hurdle, considering he definitely put in way too much salt for it to be delicious. how would he know though? poor elena. just when he was finished laying the table, his door bell rang. one last look in the mirror-- he looked just like always. vampires not being able to sweat had its perks. if he was a human still, he would have looked like a tomato by now. right after opening the door, a quick “hello,” escaped his slightly parted lips as kaleb checked elena out from head to toe. “you look gorgeous.” his usual manner. “wanna come in?” just when she agreed, the man waited for her to walk past him so he could close the door and take off her jacket for her, hanging it onto the coat hanger by his front door. “i .. tried to make pasta. with emphasis on tried. i don’t think i did well.” kaleb admitted, guiding her to his dinner table. pulling her chair out, he made a gesture which suggested her to take a seat. once the brunette was sat at the table, he made his way over to the opposite side, all while carrying a bottle of expensive red wine which he filled her glass with-- his was already filled with a .. different kind of red liquid. “i know it’s kinda awkward that i can’t eat with you, but i was hoping you would maybe just enjoy my company a teeny tiny bit.” kaleb shrugged, sitting down and putting his glas to his lips to take a big gulp. “plus you won’t have to eat it if it’s horrendous, we could always get takeaway pizza instead.” | @valiiants
