Octopus Lips

It Seems I've Started Something

     Rosie's favorite type of music is either solo female country singers or heavy rock, with no in between. If I let her DJ Carrie Underwood would come on and then ACDC right after her, with the occasional oddball, Thirty Seconds to Mars. I noted this as Bon Scott made a ruckus in the back ground of our current adventure: Baking with Rosalie Jenkins and her less competent sidekick, Gwen Degray. 

     "Okay last time I did this I added more sugar and it evened it out really well so do me a favor and change that on the recipe." Rosie said, with flour all over her face and a finger in her mouth. "Oh, these are going to be good."

     "They're always good." I mused, marking up the already voraciously scribbled upon novel that was Rosie's cook book.

     "You're too nice." She waved me off and added more sugar to her batter mixture.

     My favorite thing about Rosie was watching her shyness melt off her when she was in the kitchen like hot fudge on a cake. She had so much skill and talent with food, it amazing seeing that come out of her shell.

     "Are you going to tell me what you're making this time?" I asked, leaning forward to breath it in.

     She smirked. "Nope, you have to guess."

     "Mm, remember that time you added chocolate chip to the sugar cookies to throw me off?"

     Rosie snorted. "Yeah. Remember when you ate the parsley I put on top of your pancake?"

     I slammed my hand down on the marble counter. "Why would they put it on a plate if you're not suppose to eat it?"

     She cracked up and doubled over laughing and I couldn't help but smile. I loved it when she laughed. I loved it when she was happy. Rosie, of all people deserved to be happy because when she giggled so did everyone around her. If her happiness was an infectious disease then I was terminally ill. 

     "Oh yeah, what did Ramon want to talk to you about?" She asked.

     "Uh, I'm not sure if I should say." I admitted.

     "Was it about Johnny?" She asked gently. "I kind of already know."

     "Oh, you do?" I glanced up at her.

     She stopped baking to lean against the counter. "Yeah... It was just a guess. Ramon and I... we're kind on our own with these kinds of things."               

     She glanced up at me, it was the first time I had seen her nervous all night. I stared at her for a moment, getting the feeling I had missed something. Then it clicked.

     "You're gay?"

     She nodded slowly, blushing.

     "Oh!" I gasped. "Oh. Oh that explains so much! Rosie!"

     She blushed. "Psh, I've been told it's obvious but I didn't think it was that obvious."

     "Is this why you're so uninterested in dating?"

     Rosie shrugged. "Nah I just don't think I'm ever gonna get with my soulmate. She's kind of amazing and way too good for me."

     My jaw dropped. "Who!"

     "No one you need to worry about." She insisted, unclipping the cake beaters from the machine and handing one to me. "Here, taste this."

     I sucked on it, and shot her an unamused look, this was not the end of that conversation. "It's fantastic, as always, now who-"