94 : "Timing"

94 : "Timing"

Timing

94

T A T E

By six fifty-seven in the evening, someone rang my doorbell. I hurriedly walked to it and fixed myself first before opening it.

There stands Eli with a huge smile on his face and a bottle of wine on his hand. "Hi. I'm three minutes early." He says.

I chuckle. "Hey. It's fine. Come in." I widened the door for him and he walks inside my house.

"Wow. You have a lovely home Tate." He complimented.

"Ah, thanks. I haven't been here since... I don't know.. June?" I shrug. "I'll take that wine?"

He hands it to me and accepted it with both hands. "I haven't done making the pasta though. Is pasta fine with you?" I asked.

"Sure. Let me help you around the kitchen."

I hear his footsteps following me to the kitchen and as soon as I placed the wine inside the fridge, Eli was already standing by the kitchen counter. "I didn't know you cook." He says.

"My mom was... Ummm... She loved cooking and uhhh this is her favorite dish to make. You'll get to taste the side of Sp