with @thebrycepowell
Luis knocked on the door, carefully balancing the plate of warm food on his open palm. He had made some fancy taco’s his mother used to cook when they needed to get rid of left-overs from the fridge. Combining whatever vegetable was still in there, collecting it all, adding some good spices, and placing the whole thing in the oven for a bit, until the cheese had melted. It smelled delicious and Luis wondered if it would be as much appreciated. He’d done this several times now, knocked at neighbours doors hoping to share a meal. It worked about half of the time. But he had stood far too often at Bryce’s door hoping she would accept the offer.












