His Past

With all eyes on me, I jabbed my fork into the pancake and ran the knife through, cutting out a small piece, then stuffed it in my mouth. The honeyed taste of buttery fluffiness had the power to remind one of their home, to fill their heart with fullness. 

Just like every other day at home.

Then I glanced at the plate of mac and cheese, glowing golden before me. Scooping my spoon into the bowl, I cautiously brought it to my mouth. Cheese oozed from inside and dripped from the sides with steam rising in an automatic smell. My heart beat rose for it was the first time I was tasting his cooking, and my God, was it delicious. Soft, creamy, spicy, crunchy even; a perfect combo of textures. 

For a moment, I forgot where I was, what I was doing. 

Until the clearing of someone's throat broke my daze. "You lost there, Haze?" Brooke asked, smirking like the wheels in her brain, was forming some