Dinner In
He sat there awkwardly looking towards the kitchen. You had promised him a wonderful mean and dog gonnit you were giving him one! The trouble all started when he first presented himself at the door. He was wearing a light blue shirt and black tie with matching dress pants and you could barely take your eyes off him. That, was your first mistake.
Usually you were a wiz in the kitchen but now everything was burnt, smoking, or undercooked. It was making you mad. This wasn't like you! and he knew it.
"Are you ok in there?" he asked for the third time in ten minutes.
"Ya! Only a little longer," you promised for the fourth time.
But honestly it may be a lot longer then a little while.
"Because if you need help, I'm here," he offered.
"Nono, you're my guest. You shouldn't have to help!" The smoke alarm went off and you rushed over to fan it down, "Stupid grumpy thing. Always jumping the gun. THERE'S NO FIRE!" you thew the cloth you used as your fan to the ground, "I'm an excellent cook!" you turned and stormed back into the kitchen.
"(Y/N)!" he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Honestly I don't need a fancy dinner," he hugged you around your waist, " I just want to hang out with you!"
You smiled at that, "You're sweet," you detached yourself, "But I have work to do!"
He threw his hands into the air in defeat. This was your job, your life! And you were going to finish!
Twenty minutes later he was still twiddling his thumbs and you were about to throw a frying pan through a window.
"That's it!" There was a clatter as things fell to the ground, "I'm a disgrace!" Your hands went to your face, "What's wrong with me?" You cried.
"Absolutely nothing," You looked to the entrance of the kitchen and saw him smiling at you, "You cook wonderfully. Tonight is just an off night," He walked in and kissed your head comfortingly. "Let's just eat out here."
You wiped away a tear, "But its late. No one will deliver now."
The door bell rang.
You looked at him suspiciously. He smiled innocently.
"How did you know?" You fetched your purse.
"I know you," He walked to the front door money in hand. He answered it smiling at the pizza boy and paying for the pizzas closed the door and turned to you still holding your purse in your hand.
"How hard is it to understand 'my treat' tonight?" You asked tossing your purse away.
"Understand what?" He joked walking to you. He placed the pizzas on the table and you sat down across from him.
"You're so sweet," You mumbled under your breath.
"I know," He chomped into his pizza.
And that's how your evening went. You and him eating pizza and watching a movie cuddled in his arms.
~~The End~~