You're the Reason// A Sokeefe Human AU

Part 10

   (A/N) bit of a longer chapter here, and it starts off a tad bit slow but it gets a bit better towards the end I hope!)
  "Come on Foster." Keefe pleaded, his ice blue eyes glinting in the dim light, and boring into her own skeptical brown ones. "It'll be fun."
Ha, as if that could convince her.
"Or a disaster." She replied.
"Can't disasters be fun?"
She could see that he would keep begging until he finally won her over on the whole "slumber party" thing, so she finally gave in.
"Fine, we can have a slumber party."
"YES! I knew you would say yes!" Keefe cheered, standing up and doing a wiggly dance.
"Stop that." Sophie said, pushing her fingers against both sides of her head.
"Sorry." Keefe said with a small smile.
"It's fine.. But I'm starving." Her stomach growled to prove her point. She hadn't eaten since her lunch break, and that was hours ago.
"Me too. And we're in luck! The food department has a huge kitchen."
Sophie followed Keefe to the kitchen, and he didn't lie, it was really huge. There were multiple ovens, countertops, etc. for employees to work and experiment with.
"Are you sure it'll be okay if we take some food?" Sophie asked in a small voice, which echoed a bit in the large, empty space.
"Sure. We can just restock it afterwards, nobody will mind."
Keefe opened the fridge. "The only thing is.. Nothing is premade so we'll have to cook it ourselves."
Sophie nodded.
"Do you want me to cook it for you?" Sophie asked, peering over his shoulder and observing the contents of the fridge.
"Nope. It's my chance to amaze you with my cooking skills, Foster."
"You can cook?"
"Of course not."
"Uh.."
I've never tried to before," he added quickly. "but I'm pretty amazing at everything I do- so it should be easy."
Sophie snorted, then started chuckling. "Yeah, good luck with that."
Keefe looked offended. "What? You don't believe in me?"
"I don't think it's going to be as easy as you think."
Keefe crossed his arms. "Pssht. Prepare to be blown away. What are you hungry for?"
Sophie decided to give him a simple recipe- partly because anything else would take way too long, and also because she was pretty sure Keefe would fail miserably (despite his confidence,) if she gave him something too difficult.
"Tacos." Sophie decided. All he had to do was cook the ground beef.
"Challenge accepted." Keefe said with a smirk.
She followed him to the oven, watching patiently as he tried to figure out how to turn on the cooktop.
Keefe glanced at her, putting on a nervous smile. "That's weird, it's not working.."
Sophie fought back a smile herself. "Here, I'll help you."
She stood beside him, putting her hand over his and showing him how to control the temperature of the cooktop.
"You have to push it down like this first-" she explained, glancing up at him.
"I see." Keefe said, regaining confidence.
It was kind of adorable, the way he thought he could do everything seamlessly when he knew absolutely nothing.
He glanced down at their fingers which were still half intertwined.
Right. She quickly withdrew her hand.
"Now we need a pan, and seasonings, and.." Sophie described the ingredients they needed and Keefe fetched them from the cabinets, laying them out in front of them.
"Okay, I'm ready." He said, his confidence unsurprisingly not draining.
"Okay Gordon Ramsay," Sophie joked, putting an elbow on the counter and watching him with amusement. "Since cooking is so easy, go ahead. Make us some tacos."
"Alright. Like I said, this will be a breeze." He cut open the ground beef and poured it into the pan, chopping it up with his spatula. He looked so proud of himself that she couldn't help but praise his efforts.
"Not bad." Sophie said, acting as if she were impressed. (Truthfully, a child could probably do the same thing, and probably much better than Keefe could at that.) "But you're missing something all true chefs need."
"What's that?"
Sophie eyed a bright pink apron that was sitting on the counter.
"This." She said with a devilish grin, picking up the apron.
Keefe looked at the bright apron with some alarm, but resigned as Sophie fought him to put it on.
Sophie tied the apron around his waist, and made him turn around so she could see.
He was quite a sight. He was wearing the bright pink apron on top of an elegant suit, and holding a spatula in one hand. A true chef.
"You know Foster- you're lucky that I like you. If anybody else had attempted to get me to wear this I wouldn't have accepted on any conditions.."
"Let me get a picture." Sophie snickered.
"You can't send it to anyone!" Keefe begged.
"Don't worry." Sophie lied, knowing fully well she would probably send the picture to Biana later. Even so, at least she had something to blackmail him with in case she ever needed it in the future.
Keefe posed, somehow still looking effortlessly charming in his pink apron.
   She began to help him by cutting the lettuce. She occasionally glanced back at him. He wasn't doing that bad, and she probably wouldn't get food poisoning from what he was cooking. That was enough for her, her stomach was so empty she could eat anything. She began to chop the lettuce faster, but then she accidentally pricked her finger with the blade of the knife.
"Ouch." She yelped, instantly trying to subdue the mild bleeding with a paper towel.
Keefe rushed over to her, grabbing her hand in his and turning it over to inspect the wound. "Are you okay?"
"It's only a small cut, I'm fine." She assured him.
"It's still a cut. Stay here, I'll get a bandaid."
"It's really fine."
He was already gone, and he came back almost as soon as he had left.
"Thank you." She said gratefully. He delicately wrapped the bandaid around her finger. He was standing close to her, the tips of their shoes were only about an inch or two apart. She didn't know where to look, so she found her gaze drawn to him. For some reason, her heart fluttered and she became distracted from her cut. Stupid, indecisive heart.
"The meat is probably burning." She said under her breath, coming to her senses.
"It'll be fine, this is more important." He said, finishing wrapping her finger.