Stuck In Quarantine

8.

It was an hour later, and James grabbed the steaks out of the sink. He gave them a feel. They were soft to his touch and felt fully defrosted. He was surprised how quick they defrosted. On his stove, he had potatoes, and vegetables boiling in steel pots. Celeste was on her phone, sitting in James's living room, on his La-Z-Boy. Scrolling through the news feed. Rolling her eyes, and scoffing, at all the COVID-19 related shares, and articles.

"Can you believe this shit?!" She called over to James, behind her phone.

"What shit?" He asked, while taking the steaks out of their white plastic packaging.

"All this nonsense about this virus! They are taking this thing way too seriously... Don't you remember being a kid when SARS struck?" Still staring at her phone.

"I remember seeing people on the television wearing Hazmat suits, carrying dead bodies out of buildings." James replied, with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Look how serious that was?!" She exclaimed, jumping up from the La-Z-Boy, and walking into the kitchen. "People were dying left, right, and centre! And we didn't have any social distancing shit?!"

"That's because back in those days we were missing a little thing called, "social media." James said. Looking over his shoulder at Celeste, giving her quotations with his bloody-steak fingers. As she leaned against the fridge. "It was simpler back then. Sure we had the news and all the shit they spat out. But it's nothing like today! Like c'mon, we have people that actually worship the Kardashians... Which between you and me, and the fridge. I think that whole family needs to get hit with COVID-19."

"I know! Fuck the Kardashians!" Celeste blurted out.

"Don't even go there! I'm willing to bet money! That you, used to keep up with the Kardashians!" James said, pointing his steak covered fingers at Celeste.

He thought Celeste's eyes were going to jump out of their sockets, when he said that. The look of utter shock covered her entire face. She looked as if he had offended her, in some way.

"Oh! Go fuck yourself! I was not keeping up with the fucking, "Kardashian!" She fired back. Throwing her fingers in quotations. "I would never be caught dead watching that! I mean, I checked out Kim's or whatever her name is, sex tape. Which was fucking shitty by the way! But I never watched her show. I was more of a... Jersey Shore, kid..."

"What the fuck?!" James laughed out, as his jaw almost dropped to the floor. "Like that is any fucking better! Pauly, and the Situation, and the rest of the, anti-vax-orange-skin-kids! Please don't tell me, that is the type of guy you go for?!"

"It certainly is not! I mean...not now, anyway."

In a feminine accent, James said, "And the plot fucking thickens!" as he began to season the steaks. "So how was your ex? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Well for starters. He didn't dress gay. He wore jeans all the time, and nice dress shirts. He dressed very nice and proper. But he spent more time in the bathroom getting ready, than I do!"

"And that wasn't your first clue he was gay?!"

"What?! There's nothing wrong with a guy that takes pride in himself." Celeste said, throwing her arms up.

"I'm all for taking care of yourself. But when you're spending more time in the bathroom getting ready, than what your girl does. There's a problem!"

"Okay, anyways, enough of my ex." Celeste said, as she moved for the fridge. To standing beside James. Leaning her back up against the counter. "Tell me about your ex?"