Splatter [DIVERGENT]

eight; lunch

+++Tris12: 39PM+++

What can this man not do?

My mouth falls open as I watch a plate slide towards me, filled with pasta and chicken breast.

I've never met any guy who was more skilled in the kitchen than me--maybe because not many have cooked for me, but either way, they all have sucked badly at making food.

"Do you like it?" Tobias asks while slipping into the set in front of me, biting his lip with a smile that would make me feel damn guilty for saying no. Obviously I'm amazed. The plate is stunning.

Laughing, I can't help but let the words slip out, no matter how fucking retarded they are. "I think I'm going to have an eyegasm."

Eyegasm.

What the hell is an eyegasm?

Almost instantly, Tobias bursts into a fit of laughter. Holding his stomach, he hunches his back and grins so wide that I can't help but feel a smile slowly creep its way onto my face. My cheeks are burning, but there's no denying the fact that watching Tobias laugh is adorable.

Dear Lord, I'm so damn embarrassing. Covering my face with my hands, I feel the warmth on my cheeks spread onto my fingertips. Every single time I'm with him my stomach starts to churn and suddenly a smile is bellowing on my face.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that," I mumble while trying to cover the smile that I can feel is turning my face into flames.

Soon, if I don't stop beaming, I already know that I'm going to explode into ten billion pieces and making Tobias clean up all the mess.

Once he manages to gasp in a breath, he shakes his head, "no, no, oh my God, Tris. That was amazing!"

Rolling my eyes, I take my knife and delve into the food. Holy shit. . .

Grabbing a napkin, I cough rapidly while trying to get the food out of my mouth. Spit flies everywhere, and the sour taste of bile fills my mouth doesn't seem to exit.

Gagging, I halt out of my chair and rush to the sink, filling a cup with water and gobbling it down. Tobias abruptly stops laughing as concern flood his expression.

That's disgusting. Never in my life have I tasted something that tastes so fucking gross.

"Are you okay? Does it taste that bad?" Tobias asks while walking towards me, eyes wide. Of course it does, dumbass!

Taking another swing of water, I shake my head, trying to force a smile onto my face but ultimately making my terrible acting noticeable.

"Of course it doesn't!" I laugh, but it sounds like I'm congested and am having difficulty breathing, "you're an amazing chef, Tobias."

Placing a hand on my back, he rolls his eyes while biting the edge of his lip. "You're not very good at lying, Tris."

His hand is on me, oh my God. I seriously need to stop being so sensitive to physical touch, especially when it's around somebody who I'm slightly trying to impress. Because it's a fact that when girl's, specifically me, coil and shrivel, it is a total turn-off.

"How about we go get pizza, then?" He offers as I take another sip of my water, feeling much calmer than what I did before.

Pizza does sound delicious and it makes my mouth water, but by the time it would take to get to the parlor and then come back home, Tobias would be super late.