"You did it all wrong" Eliot shook his head. "Sorry, but there is no way you can call this pasta. The texture is all wrong. You didn't even mix the right cheese with this kind of noodle. It kind of reminds me of an artwork of a first grader"

"An hour ago, you told me to make dinner for us. I did it for my boyfriend and not some food critic with a stick up his ass" Charlotte glared. "I don't think it's bad"

"Because you haven't made good pasta"

"Shut up! I thought that most guys would love to have their girlfriends make food for them. If you knew I was going to screw up the food than all you had to do was make the food yourself" Charlotte claimed.

"I was busy"

"Oh, that's right" Charlotte smiled deviously. "Fixing up a truck that you said your dad could never get to work. Really, Eliot, it's a lost cause"

Eliot wiped his mouth with the napkin, "I almost had it last time"

"You nearly killed yourself last time. All that dust that exploded out of the car made it look like a bomb" Charlotte giggled. "Even the sheriff told you not to do it again"

"Let's see you work on a car" Eliot challenged.

"I can't! I'll break a nail. Sorry" Charlotte smiled. "Looks like you're on your own on that one. Or try to find a new hobby"

"I'm going crazy here"

"Story of my life"

"I have to hit something or else I'll go insane"

"And spend a night in jail"

"You know what I mean" Eliot told her.

Charlotte laughed, "Just thinking logically right now for you, babe"

"Or just trying to kill me"

"How so?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow, "For being incredibly smart and thinking ahead?"

"For trying to kill me with this pasta"

"Oh, come on, Eliot" Charlotte rolled her eyes. "It's not that bad! Just turn off the switch you have that says 'chef'. Or better yet, don't complain! I think it tastes delicious. Parker would think so"

Eliot scoffed and did a slight nod at his girlfriend before picking up his plate and brought it over to the sink. He did have to admit that the pasta was good but he couldn't help but tease her. She often poked fun at him countless times now that they were the only human beings that they see every day. Charlotte let out a sigh as she walked over to join him at the sink.

"Charlotte, she's alright" Eliot said to her.

"I know, I know"

"Hardison would never let her get hurt" Eliot looked to her. "Just like I would never let anyone hurt you"

"Is Hardison a hitter too? Can he- Never mind" Charlotte took in a deep breath, "In three days we will be able to talk to them, baby. Then we'll see if they went to Minnesota or North Carolina. They were still arguing when we left"

"It's a close call between those two" Eliot smirked. "Hardison doesn't really like to make Parker unhappy but something about this tech savvy building wants to make him go there. Parker on the other hand wants to go to Minnesota because of this rare gem on display. I honestly don't know who would win that one"

"So is it true what Hardison said?"

"About what?"

"About this being where you grew up?"

"It's the last house we had before my mom died"

"I am so sorry"

"Its fine" Eliot shook his head. "I bought the house back anyways. Dad wasn't too happy about that but I didn't care. It was the last place that I remembered I was truly happy with her"

The next morning, Charlotte sat on the front porch and looked out at the small patch of field as the front yard. She imagined a little Eliot running around, kicking a ball, or even getting covered in mud.

"Good morning" Charlotte looked up as Eliot opened the screen door to join her on the porch. "Sleep well, babe?"

"You're getting better at picking up on people around you"

"It's the old wood on the floor"

Eliot kissed her on the temple, "What are you doing out here?"

"Just wanted to enjoy some of the fresh, southern air. Also, I wanted to let my imagination roam"

"Should I be scared or turned on?"

Charlotte choked on her coffee as Eliot let out a full hearted laugh. She couldn't help but after regaining her composure to laugh as well. Eliot reached over and took a light grip on her knee to know that he was just making a joke. He already knew that she knew he was joking but something always happens around him that makes Eliot constantly want physical contact with Charlotte.

"I was thinking about when you were a little boy" Charlotte clarified. "Get your mind out of the gutter"

"All you had to do was ask" Eliot told her. "What do you want to know?"

Charlotte looked over to Eliot surprised as his question. She remembered how he often kept his distance from her but now, he was willing to share a precious time in his life. She honestly didn't know where to start from a man who was so used to not opening up to people. Where does she start?

Eliot waited as his heart beat loudly in his chest as he tried to control his shaking and sweaty hands. He's only told one woman in his whole life to ask anything she wanted and that woman turned out to be his ex-fiancée. Was this some sort of sign that Charlotte might be his future wife? Or was she going to be another girl that he loved so much but chose his job over her?

"I never really thought about that. What do you want me to know?"

"Everything"

"Are you serious? You don't have to" Charlotte shook her head.

"But I want to more than anything to open up to you. I want you to know everything, baby" Eliot told her.

"But why?" Charlotte asked. "What do you want me to know?"

"Because you are my girlfriend and I feel you deserve the whole truth about me. Let's start from the beginning" Eliot smiled to her.

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