Yours Truly

Chapter Twenty Six: If We Get Caught

“Flynn…I’m pretty sure this isn’t allowed…”My voice nervously trailed off as I followed him into the kitchen. He opened the steel doors with ease and held them open.

“It’s only not allowed if we get caught.” Flynn replied nonchalantly. I widened my eyes.

“Which we will,” I sang, sitting on one of the counters. Flynn only chuckled and washed his hands in a nearby sink.

“What do you feel like eating?”

“Flynn you should not be cooking me something in the closed off limits kitchen!” I hissed. Flynn rolled his eyes and splashed me with some water.

“Live a little, Iris. We’re celebrating your recovery!”

“From the accident that you created.” I mumbled jokingly.

“You will never let me live that down, will you?” Flynn asked teasingly.

“Nope, probably not.” I smiled at our playful banter.

“Well, you know what they say.” Flynn began, going into the fridge. I raised an eyebrow, smiling.

“And what is that?”

“Relationships that start action packed always last.” He winked and grabbed green tomatoes, flour, cornmeal, breadcrumbs, salt, pepper, and oil for frying. He was going to fry tomatoes?

“Flynn what are you making?” He stared at me dubiously before returning to his work.

“Please tell me you’ve tried fried green tomatoes.” He groaned. I shook my head and he groaned. “You need to educate yourself, missy.” I scoffed.

“That’s a southern dish! I’ve never left Colorado!” I whined. Flynn began slicing the tomatoes and preparing them.

“That is a lame excuse, Iris.” Flynn said, wagging his flour covered finger at me. I sighed and watched him as he silently prepared the tomatoes before putting them in the fryer. I watched in wonder as he pulled them out moments later and put them on a plate to cool down. He then proceeded to stuff them in a bag.

After he cleaned the kitchen, he took my hand in one hand, the bag full of the strange food in the other and led me out of the kitchen. We began walking toward his cabin and he smirked at me. “So, did we get caught?” I huffed. And he smiled triumphantly. “And you’re going to love these, I swear.” We walked around to the backyard of his cabin and he sat in the log tree swing thing hanging off the ceiling. I took a spot next to him and he placed the bag in between us.

“I don’t know if I want to try one of these…” I said carefully eyeing the bag. Flynn raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“Too bad. I made them, you’re trying them.” I opened my mouth to protest, but Flynn shook his head. He took a fried green tomato and unwrapped it. “Open your mouth.” He instructed. I reached for the tomato instead and he snatched it away. “It’s more fun this way, trust me.” I put my hand back in my lap, and closed my eyes. “Atta’ girl.” He said before gently sliding it into my mouth.