Like Sara
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but I do own all the original characters in this fic, a Lonely Planet guide to Mexico, and half a corn tamale.
Rating: K
Chapter Three: Cookery Class
On Thursday evenings I go to my cookery class. Funnily enough, most of the other students are men too. I don't know if that's because we miss out on learning this stuff when we're kids or if it's because most women are too embarrassed to admit they can't cook.
But there is this one woman. I'd say she's about thirty, slender but not skinny. She has brown hair which she always twists up into a knot to keep it out of the way when she cooks, and the back of her neck looks so delicate when she does. And she's so serious about the class. In fact, she reminds me of Sara, the way she measures everything so exactly, the way everything has to be perfect. One of these days, maybe I'll ask her out. Yeah.