A Second Chance

Cook to Impress

Jack's Point of View

I get all the things up to my room and set it all down on the counter near my oven. I grab the cook book and open it to the page I was on.

For the next hour I work hard to impress Elsa with this dinner I'm preparing for her. I cut, chop, dice and sauté all the while trying not to cut or burn myself.

The last thing I prepare is some oven baked garlic bread. I cut up the baguette I bought from the bakery and right when I open the garlic spread I cringe at the smell. I'm about to spread it around when I think about how my breath will smell and how bad my mouth will taste, though I plan to take things slow with Elsa; I have to admit I'm going to do my best to steal a goodnight kiss or two.

I put the spread away and store it in the fridge. I put the bread in the oven to lightly toast.

I look at the watch on the wall and guesstimate that Elsa will be here in about an hour or less.

I grab some of the flowers I bought, red roses, and pull the pedals off the roses to scatter the soft pedals around my shiny wooden dinner table made for two. I light the long white candle on the centre piece and go to the living room to play a cd I burned a while back consisting of all my favourite love songs.

I put the stereo in a generally mild volume, since Elsa and I are the only people who live on this floor. On my way to my bedroom, I stop and look at myself. I shrug and hop into the shower and the whole time think about Elsa and how I could impress her. As I start to wash the soap off my body I hear a someone knock on my door.

I turn the water off and almost run out to answer the door naked, I rush back and grab a towel from my suitcase. I wrap it around my waist and answer the door.

As soon as I fling the door open I see the one person who can completely fill my mind with a simple smile. Elsa. I look at her grinning getting lost in her beauty.

She had her hair in a braid that laid lazily against her smooth shoulders, a nice light blue blouse and a skirt that matched. I notice the box in her hands and look back up at her and catch the quickest glance of her looking at my abs. I smirk to myself rather smug like and invite her inside.

I get back in the shower and rinse the rest of the soap off me. I dry off the best I could and shovel through my suitcase, that I have neglected to unpack. I pull out my best dress shirt, blue, and pants, brown. I rush out my room and forget to put on shoes.

I walk into the living room quietly and hear one of my favourite songs playing- 'Maybe I'm Amazed' by Paul McCartney. I lightly hum and see Elsa looking at the pictures I have hanging on the wall. I walk behind her quietly and wrap my arms around her resting my head on her.

"Hallo, vakker."

"Hallo, Jack"

I chuckle and pull Elsa closer to me, I sway us together to the beat of the music. I lean close to her ear and whisper the lyrics to her "Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you, maybe I'm amazed at the way you pull my out of time (hung me on a line), maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you."

She tenses up and pulls away from me, she turns around hand over her mouth and is blushing like crazy.

I just look at her a bit confused and chuckle, "What did I say? Wait was it the hug?" I ask putting my hands up defensively.

She shock her head slightly and moved her hand. "What you said..." She was barely audible, when she whispered it I had to strain my ears to hear her.

I remember what I said to her and I chuckle, maybe a bit it to loud for her liking. I smile and her and nod my head. I take a step closer and look her in the eyes "Those we're the lyrics to the song."

I lace my fingers through hers and smile warmly at her. "Well...you are amazing."

The comment caused her to blush a deep red all over as she looked back at the picture hanging slightly askew on the wall; probably so I wouldn't look at her face.

She turned back to me and quickly looked at our interlocked hands. I looked upon her face with a keen eye, trying to fine any indication of how she felt towards me.

Her face remained cold, but she leaned the back of her head on my shoulder. She lifted her hand up in front of her, making our hands float together in front of both of us.

I smiled at the sight and looked back down at her face, to my surprise, she still had a cold poker face.

My smile dropped a bit, I couldn't help it. Elsa was like a vision in ice, the most beautiful angel from heaven, a mesmerizing image that I could look at all day.

On top of that she was smart and independent. Everything about her seemed so....

Perfect.

Authors note:

Sorry for being gone so long. I promise I'll make time to update my story.

Thanks for all the likes and comments.

Always a joy,

Jimmy