Stuck In Quarantine

14.

       It had been two days, since they both walked in on each other. And as far as Celeste could tell, it hadn't changed anything between them. But she did notice that James was looking at her more, and more intensely. She caught him and handful of times, looking her up and down, when he thought she wasn't looking. But she knew. She caught him each time, but didn't say a word. She liked the attention, if she was being honest with herself.
      After she caught him the first time, she began to purposely wear tighter clothing. Tighter hugging shirts, yoga pants, skirts, and bodysuits. Today she was wearing a cute miniskirt, she had bought in France. It was baby-blue, with little Eiffel towers scattered across it. And she was also wearing a white bodysuit, that had a plunging-neck-line. But it wasn't too plunging, it was just enough.
      Celeste had already caught James today a handful of times looking at her, while he helped her with breakfast in her apartment. And she kept playing it off, like she hadn't noticed. Because she was doing it just as much to him, as he was to her. Even though she didn't see him fully naked, when she walked in on him, two days ago. She had a vivid imagination, and used it well.

      "You want some music on?" James asked, as he scrambled eggs in a pan.

      But Celeste didn't hear him. She was slowly stirring waffle batter, staring off into space, using her vivid imagination.

      "Celeste? Music on? You want?" He asked again, looking at her funny.

      "Um yeah! Music! Yes! Music good!" She finally replied, breaking out of her imagination-space.

      She felt sheepish, and James just smiled at her. Celeste could feel her face get warm, she definitely knew she was turning red. As James walked to her speaker system, with his phone in hand, she said a silent thank you to God, for make-up coverup. Celeste had also completely forgot she was stirring waffle batter. She placed the bowl on the counter, and fanned her face with her hand. Trying to cool herself down.
      As she continued to fan herself, she heard the music begin. It was definitely an 80's song, she didn't recognize at first. But as soon as she heard the synth beats, and the female singers voice start. She recognized the song from the movie, Footloose. The song was, Let's Hear for the Boy.
      Celeste watched as James came around the corner of her livingroom, dancing and mouthing the words to the song. Her face dropped to the sight. She didn't know what to think. She just stood there dumbfounded, watching James make a complete fool of himself, in front of her. She could tell he was having fun, and that he was comfortable around her.
       
        "What are you doing?!" She said, with laughter.

      But James didn't say anything. He kept dancing, and mouthing the words while he continued with the eggs, using the spatula as a mic. Celeste covered her hands with her face, and laughed. But her face didn't stay covered long, because James reached up and grabbed her hands, ushering her to dance.

      "No! James I'm not dancing!" Celeste exclaimed, as James pulled her into the middle of the kitchen. "No, James! We're cooking!"

      He spun Celeste in a circle, before pulling her in close. And she finally gave in, dancing along with him. It wasn't the most graceful of dances, but it was fun. And Celeste couldn't help but love it. She forgot the last time she had danced.
      Before long, she started to mouth the words with James. And get right into the song. She had to admit, he was a good dancer, and could lead well.
But their dancing was cut short. The smoke alarm in the kitchen started to go off. They both pulled apart, and went to their cooking. Celeste's waffles were a black-rock-hard mess. And his eggs, were white at one point. She dumped her mess of a waffle in the sink, and drowned it with water. And then she grabbed an oven mitt, and began to fan the smoke alarm.
       After a few seconds, the alarm shut off. But her kitchen was still smokey, and the smell of burnt eggs, and waffles, filled the place.

      "How about cereal instead next time!" Celeste said, coughing and laughing, through the smoke.

      "Yeah! Definitely!" James replied, with a laugh and cough.