On her way to work, Elizabeth always sees a very attractive woman in the coffee shop window. She finds it very creepy, but despite not even knowing her name she feels attached to the woman.
But one day, the girl in the baby blue is gone...
Slow bur...
I woke up to yet again another empty bed. This I expected though. As much fun as me and [Y/N] had last night she thought that it might be best to take this slow. She thought it would be good because even though we were sort of dating she wanted to give me space, which I really did appreciate.
I wanted to make sure that whatever I was doing I was doing right. I've never been with a woman before so I wanted to ensure whatever I was going to do, I was going to do right, and on my terms.
So last night she slept on the couch. I have her a spare duvet and some pillows so I hope she slept okay. I take a minute to properly wake up. I wake the sleep out of my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. I can't help but ignore the strong smell of food coming from downstairs. Once I have recovered the energy to move I swing my legs around, off the bed, and start getting dressed. I put on a gym bra and put on a dressing down before going downstairs.
I'm greeted by the sight of [Y/N] dancing around my kitchen. It appears she has AirPods in and is listening to some music, swinging her hips while making some form of food.
I can't help but stare at her as she elegantly moves her hips, in a particular motion that makes me want to rip my sweats right off her. She turns around and sees me leaning up against the doorframe with a smile.
She puts the pan on the side and takes out one of her AirPods. "Nice of you to join me sleepy head. I made grub." She says, giving jazz hands in the direction of a plate.
"It smells amazing, what have you blessed me with?" I ask as I walk over to the counter and take a seat. She turns around and grabs the plate off the side. She placed a luscious looking meal in front of me.
"I have made you crispy brown toast with a light spread of butter. On top of that there is scrambled eggs and salmon, topped it with a pinch of salt and pepper." She says, pointing everything out as she describes it. She seems so captivated by the food, her eyes wide and appreciative as she describes her masterpiece.
She gestures for me to take a seat and try the food. I take a seat and she hands me cutlery.
"Can I take a picture?" I ask her and point to the food. She nods and I take my phone off charge to take a birds eye view of the meal. I then cut a small piece of toast with both the egg and salmon on top and take a bite.
No word of a lie, this might be the most heavenly thing I've ever put in my mouth. The flavours all compliment one another and it just explodes in my mouth.
"My god, this is sooo good." I moan while finishing off my mouthful. She turns around with a small pot of sauce.
"And this," she places it on the plate. "Is Baby Blue's secret sauce." It's safe to say that I'm intrigued, so I cut off some more food and dip it in the sauce.
Just when I thought the food couldn't get any better she proved me wrong. I could definitely get used to waking up to this. I would get fat but a small price to pay for food this good.
"You have to tell me how to make this." I say, unfortunately having to swallow the food. She hands me a fresh cup of orange juice, without bits.
"Then it wouldn't be a secret sauce." She replies with a wink. If she doesn't stop I might just kiss her right here, right now.
"How did you get all of this?" I question.
"Well I checked the fridge and made sure you weren't vegan or allergic to eggs and then I went to store and bought all of the ingredients." She says, pouring herself a glass of juice.
"And what if I didn't like this?" I ask smugly.
"Then I would have been forced to cook you avocado on toast instead." She says, leaning over and pulling an avocado out of a plastic shopping bag.
"I could get used to this." I say, cutting off another piece of toast. I just can't het over just how good this food is.
"That's one of the perks of dating a chef." She says. The word dating catches me off guard. I don't know why, I guess I never thought about putting a label on it. I mean I did call her my date yesterday so maybe we'e dating.
"What was you listening to?" I look up at her and she realised that I mean the music.
"Oh, Erm, The One That Got Away." She answers. I know the lyrics of the song and a specific line springs into mind.
But in another life, I will be your girl.
I try to think happy thoughts and push it wherever it came from. I've woken up to a beautiful breakfast and an ever more beautiful girl, so that's what I want to focus on.
"Katy Perry, good choice." I smile at her and she smiles back. The smile that could kill, the million dollar smile.
"So I- I wanted to talk about what happens now. The world is going to be all over the two of us and I want to know what to do." She says, taking a bite of some simple toast and butter.
"Well, I'll speak to my publicist about getting a grip of the situation. A-Are we dating?" I ask her shyly, looking down at the plate while I wait for an answer.
"I'd like to think so, of you think so?" She asks smiling at me as I meet her eyes.
"Okay, so we'll tell her that we're dating and then the world will know. If anyone asks just say that." I say, resting my hand on her for comfort.
I have no idea how frightened she must be because of me. I've dragged her into the spotlight, and now she's getting hate simply for being involved with me. It's just a shame that some people live in a fake world where no one can date me. It happened with Robbie and it's happening with her.
"Okay." She sighs and smiles. She's clearly nervous and I really feel bad for her.
"Right, I'm going to post the picture of the food, showing off how amazing my date is." I say with a smirk. I can see her actively try and hide a blush but it wins out and a rosey pink flood her cheeks Liz
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I do indeed smell a brotp.
I also cannot cook to save my life, but I like to think I can.
Key: [Y/F/I] is your first initial.
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