Lost ~ A KOTLC Story

Part 10

*Keefe*

For our first date, I told Foster to meet me back at ExPresso shots at 8 o'clock. She seemed mildly excited. She probably thinks it's a coffee date. She has no idea.

I go home, shower, and get dressed into grey pants and a cream cotton sweater over a button-down shirt. I also put on grey dress shoes and style my hair (as I always do.) then I grab the grocery bags and head over to ExPresso shots before Sophie gets there.

She comes in a few minutes later and wears a short floral print dress. Her hair is splayed across her face, but I can still tell she put a touch of makeup on. I feel honored. She hates wearing makeup.

"Hi Miss F."

"Hi Keefe."

I lead Sophie to the backdoor of the small establishment and she asks, "where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough."

I open the door and it screeches on its rusty hinges. I guide Sophie down the stairs and into a medium-sized and cluttered room.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?"

I shrug, "I haven't got in trouble yet."

I start opening the grocery bags I brought along. Flour, sugar, eggs, vanilla extract ect.

"Tonight's activity," I announce dramatically, "is baking." I put one plain apron over my head and hand Sophie the other apron that has a picture of a unicorn on it. She tears a little.

"Let's get to it." I pull out a large bowl then open my browser screen to show the recipe.

We bake and talk and laugh. We reminisce.

After we are finished with the batter, I open up an old oven and place the cookies inside then I give it a good kick and it turns on. "It still works surprisingly but it's a little slow," I inform Sophie.

"How did you even find this place."

"Well one day the door handle was digging into my back so after everyone left I decided to go exploring. I guess this place used to be a bakeshop or something."

"It does seem that way," Sophie replies.

Then we both sit on the ground as we wait for our snickerdoodle cookies to be ready.

*Sophie*

About 30 minutes later Keefe opens the small oven to find that the cookies are ready.

"They smell really good," I comment

"Let's hope they taste as good as they smell," Keefe laughs. "Do you want to eat these outside?" Keefe asks

"Sure."

We walk a couple of blocks down and to an area with enough grass to comfortably settle.

Keefe puts the cookie tray down and pulls out a blanket and two thermoses.

I was wondering what he was carrying in the bag he brought along.

"Wow Keefe. You really came prepared. This is amazing."

He just smiles and even in the dim lighting of the street lamps, I can tell he's blushing.

I'm probably blushing too.

Keefe and I spread out the blanket and then sit by side.

"I hope you like chamomile tea," Keefe hands me one of the thermoses.

"That's perfect. Thank you."

We both sip our teas for a minute then Keefe says, "want to try a cookie first?"

I grab two and hand him one, "at the same time."

I take a large bite and my eyes widen. I spit it out at the same time Keefe does.

"I guess using that old oven was a bad idea," Keefe turns away, "I'm sorry."

I grab hold of his chin and turn him towards me. "Keefe it's so fine. I think it's funny. It's...more important spending time with you. Who cares about the cookies."

"Thanks Sophie." Confident Keefe is back.

I lie down and Keefe does too. There's so many twinkling stars and it's captivating.

"What a beautiful night," I whisper and close my eyes

Keefe twines our fingers together, "it really is."

I don't know how long we just lied there, shoulders touching, and hands clasped together.

All I know is I enjoyed every minute of it.