F2F KILILA ;; 12/3 NIGHT
DELILA: couldn’t help the tired sigh that left her lips as she gathered her keys from her purse; was in odd that she and Korri only had been dating a few months and she had a key? She tried not to think much of it, if she did she’d overthink. For the past few weeks she had been trying to nail this damn recipe from Burt, and every time something went wrong. She wanted to do something special for Korri, she wanted to show her that she appreciated her, even more so after the past night with how she reacted to well, everything she told her. It started a few weeks ago with asking Burt for something she could do, and he told her about these fucking cookies her mom used to make for the holidays. Kicking off her heels, looking at the clock— 11:43 flashing back at her. Checking in the others bedroom she smiled softly at the sleeping woman, pulling her cover over her before heading back out to the kitchen— one more try couldn’t hurt. With her blouse untucked, hair out of its bun, she set on this stupid recipe, humming softly to herself. The hour past, and she thought she had it— no burning could be smelt, but as she took the tray from the oven, she cursed as an ambulance sped through the street and Honey was up and howling at the door. “Baby, shh! Korri is sleeping.” But it was so use as suddenly Charlie was running out, and Delila took the small pup into her arms, flour dusting her cheeks.
