Stories and things

cooking class

I have been told I am good at writing fluff but truly I'm just good at daydreaming and inserting different names.

When we first met, my girlfriend didn't let me cook. I guess she could tell I was bad at it. So she always cooked and she was great at it, but I felt bad that she always had to cook. So I started going to Tuesday night classes to learn how to cook and surprise her one night. I usually arrived back home after she went to sleep smelling of sweat and spices. I, of course, take a shower before crawling into bed with her.
But last Tuesday it was different. Last Tuesday I came home from class to see my girlfriend waiting for me. She looked up at me eyes puffy from crying and asked me if I was cheating on her. She told me that I would come home sweaty and smelling like some sort off perfume and then tear streamed down her face. I was sad she thought I would cheat on her and I smiled sadly wiped away her tears and told her I was going to classes to learn how to cook so I could surprise her with my new skill. She laughed and we hugged and all was well. We have been cooking together in the kitchen since.