Tittle: (n.) A very small part or quantity; a particle, jot, or whit.
Annie hesitated, staring from the hand held out in front of her to the little cylinder in her own hand. Auggie was frowning and she could tell he was getting impatient by the way his other hand was fidgeting. "C'mon Annie, hand it over," he coaxed.
"You're crazy," she retorted shortly, tightening her grip.
The corner of his lips twitched upward just slightly and he raised an eyebrow. "I've heard that," he said unconcernedly. "Now would you give it to me? We don't exactly have all day here."
"I'm still not sure about this," she said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other anxiously.
"Annie," he said pointedly, "you trust me, don't you?" She thought of the millions of situations where he had been the one she'd trusted, the only person that she always knew was on her side and who was very rarely ever wrong. At least on the things that mattered. As if he knew her answer already, his eyes softened. "So trust me on this."
She hesitated for a second longer and then placed the cylinder into his outstretched hand. He smiled and turned, twisting the cap off and shaking some of the contents into his palm. With a concentrated look on his face, he took a pinch of it between his fingers and carefully sprinkled it into the pan. "Okay, just stir that in and it'll be ready to eat," he said, crossing to the sink to wash the rest of the seasonings from his hand. Annie dutifully stirred the pasta sauce and then they dished their plates and settled down at the kitchen table to eat.
Wary, Annie took her first bite. Her eyes widened at the flavour and she let out an involuntary hum at the delicious taste. Auggie smirked. "I told you so," he said smugly.
"You were right," Annie admitted. "I never would've thought this would taste good, but it just works somehow."
"It's one of the fun perks of having a heightened sense of taste," he explained.
"Well I'm trusting your super tastebuds from now on then if it'll get me dinners that taste this good," Annie said enthusiastically. "Don't tell Dani, but this is even better than hers."
Auggie grinned triumphantly, trying not to feel too pleased with himself even though he'd just gotten a serious compliment and the promise of more dinners together with the girl he was steadily realising he couldn't live without. "Great," he said, starting on his own dinner. "Next week is mac and cheese with rosemary and nutmeg." He laughed at her startled noise.
Making dinner for Annie once a week was going to be fun.