Getting to Know Her

Christopher

I carried the steaks to the table, proud of the way they had turned out. Leila had done a great job setting the table and putting out just about every condiment possible. I liked that she was thinking of me and trying to make sure I had all I needed. It was very sweet.

I watched as she cut into the steak, anxious to see what she thought. “Well?” I asked.

She smiled, dabbing at her full lips with a napkin. “Perfect. It’s better than any restaurant I’ve ever been to.”

“Liar,” I said with a laugh.

“Not at all. It’s really very good.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you do a lot of cooking?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I do more than I used to.”

“Did you have to learn, after—” she said, not completing the sentence.

“Actually, no. I knew how to cook before I was married, but I kind of got out of practice during the marriage. She did all the cooking.”

She smiled and nodded. “I understand.”

“What about you? Are you a gourmet cook?”

She burst into laughter. “I’m a gourmet eater, does that count?”

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