Jonah ▶️ make dinner for Vincent. His favorite 🙃
'Hey Jonah,' Vincent calls and turns around to the young man who's sitting in an armchair not far away from him, 'Put down your book and make yourself useful.'
'What do you want me to do?'
'Make something for dinner - and it'd better be good.'
Vincent has been in a bad mood the whole day since he got a call from work earlier and Jonah knows better than to upset him even further.
'What… do you want me to cook?'
Vincent's lips curl into an evil grin.
'My favourite dish. You know what that is, right?’
Jonah nods and hurries into the kitchen; he knows exactly what it is - and he knows that not even half of the ingredients he’d need would be available. He breaks a sweat and searches the cabinets for something he might use to please Vincent, but he’s still not sure if his plan will work out.
*
‘Oh Jonah, I already know you’ll be in trouble,’ Vincent cheers, as he sits down at the dining table, ‘Because this certainly doesn’t smell like soupe de palourdes…’
‘That’s because it isn’t soupe de palourdes,’ the younger one replies, putting down a plate in front of him. ‘We both know there aren’t any clams in the house so I couldn’t prepare your favourite meal - but you told me how much you loved your grandma’s coq au vin, so I settled for this instead.’
Vincent looks up in amazement.
‘You… remember?’
‘Yeah, I do.’
‘Thank you, my love,’ he mumbles and for the first time today, his smile reaches his eyes.
