𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 | pete davidson

thirty: the dinner after the day out

"Pete, could you pass me the pink salt, please?"

He couldn't help himself. He just had the most amazing day with the most amazing woman.

If only I could tell her that.

She's a Manhattan babe, she'd never bat an eye at a Staten Island dump like me.

If I spill my guts to her, she'd leave SNL and then,

oh shit,

Lorne would have my head over his mantle.... and use my body as a fuckin' faux bear skin rug.

"Pete?"

"Yeah?" He responds a little too loudly, snapping out of his head.

"The pink salt, pretty please?"

Pete giggled, thinking about how sweet her voice sounds whenever she talks.

God, just keep talking, baby.

"Right you are, love. Let me just get that for you, then," Pete scans his cabinets for what she asked for.

"Are you... is everything ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Pete says, speaking normally as he leaned against the countertop with his elbow propping him up.

"You just spoke in a British accent."

"You're just hearing things." Pete scoffs, handing her the salt. "Unfortunately, I've never heard of pink salt in my life. Will table salt do?"

"Yeah, it'll do. Thank you."

"Right-o, my darling. Jolly good show!"

Dahlia chuckled, "You know what? I think you've had enough cooking wine. There's plenty of drinking wine waiting for you in the fridge, if you'd like."

"Nah, fuck that. Let's take some shots!"

Dahlia, overexaggeratedly, takes the time to look around the kitchen to play with Pete.

"... of wine?"

Dahlia stood at the oven, long wooden spoon in hand while she gripped the pan still as she browned the butter. Her focus was beyond her usual capacity whenever she cooked, especially whenever she would cook for other people.

She thought it'd be so lovely to have a meal cooked together, just as Pete was about to get her In-N-Out.

The two of them did some quick grocery shopping, was caught by some people passing by who had their phones out to record them, and ended up back at Pete's basement apartment in less than an hour flat.

"Is that why you kept going to the bathroom? To sneak a sip?"

"Nah, I've been sneaking sips right in front of you. Just whenever you'd go in the fridge or whenever you weren't facing me." He giggled, hiccuping.

"Tell me again, what are you making?"

Dahlia smiled. "Seared scallops with a brown butter and sage sauce."