I walked back into my room and got my usual outfit on. It included some jeans, a red hair ribbon to tie my hair back, a red t-shirt, and a ring that was given to me by the man I fell in love with before he disappeared. I walked out of the room and went to the kitchen since it was lunch time. I walked into the kitchen and saw Grell looking at everything so he could cook. I rolled my eyes and started to make lunch for both of us.
"What would you like Grell," I asked.
He jumped and threw a glass bottle of hot sauce in the air. I waited for it to come closer and I caught it right in my hand. He stared at me in amazement and I just smiled.
"I'm supposed to cook, right," Grell asked confused.
"Yes, but I'm a chef and I like to do things on my own so what would you like," I explained.
"What are you going to have," he asked.
"Ratatouille," I answered.
He tried to pronounce it but he kept getting it wrong and we both laughed. I started doing the recipe and I got it done in about thirty minutes. I gave him a plate and he hesitantly grabbed it before I walked over to the table to eat. He started to eat it and he smiled.
"How do you like it," I asked.
"It's delicious, you have a very good talent," he answered before shoving some more in his mouth.
I just smiled and then I lost it as quickly as I got the smile. He stopped eating for a second and looked at me.
"Is something wrong, Angela," he asked.
"No, it's just my parents made me become a chef because of my talent when I really want to be what my family was destined to do," I explained.
"What is your family destined to do," he asked in a very curious tone.
"It's nothing, well I have to get to work," I said while getting up.
"May I drive you to work," he asked getting up too.
I put my dishes in the sink and turned around to see him right in front of me. If I bent forward our noses would touch and I could feel his breathing on my lips. I turned my head and I blushed because no man has ever gotten that close to me. I saw a red rose and I grabbed it. I looked at Grell and grabbed some scissors. I cut the top part of the rose off and put the rose in Grell's pocket that was on his chest. He put the plate in the sink behind me and he backed away. We both did a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of our heads.
"That would be nice of you Grell," I answered his question from earlier.
He smiled and then led me out the door. We got in the car and I told him where the restaraunt was. He then began to drive and he told me about himself as I told him a little bit about myself.