Sorry this chapter is so late. I don't have a good excuse. I'm just lazy. This one and the next few are going to be tied together into a story. And to make up for the wait you get two chapters today. Yay! Hope you like it!
Three French Hens
Uryu Ishida hummed softly as he prepared his dinner. Normally Uryu wouldn't be caught dead humming but his dad was gone and wouldn't be back till tomorrow. So he was humming as he enjoyed the empty house. Unfortunately, his humming was interrupted when he heard a knock at the door. After checking to see that his stir fry was simmering gently, he went to see who could possibly be at the door. He opened it to reveal a slightly sooty Orihime with her every-present smile on her face.
"Hi Ishida-kun!" she said excitedly. Uryu, as he usually was when it came to Orihime, was very confused.
"Um, hi Inoue-san. Not to be rude, but what are you doing here and why are you covered in soot? Was it a hollow?" he asked.
"No, don't worry, I wasn't attacked. I sorta had a little accident while I was cooking, kinda." Her answers calmed him down but did nothing to ease his confusion.
"What on earth happened?" He didn't think it was possible to get that dirty from just cooking, but this was Orihime so anything was possible.
"Well, I was experimenting by cooking chicken three different ways and it kinda caught on fire three different ways." she said sheepishly.
"Oh my god! Is your apartment ok? Is it still on fire?" Uryu asked frantically. She shook her head.
"No, I put it out myself." she said, giving him a thumbs up. He sighed in relief. Then he remembered that his first question had not been answered.
"So, what do you need my help for Inoue-san?"
"Well my apartment didn't burn but my dinner did. I was going to go out to eat but I couldn't find my wallet. Then I remembered that you live close to me, so I thought I'd ask if I could have dinner with you. Can I Ishida-kun, please?" she looked at him with big, pleading, hungry eyes. How could he possibly say no?