PASSIONS OF CRIME

Sweetest Temptations

Eleven – Sweetest Temptations

Joanne opened her eyes to the sound of the stove being switched on and looked around in confusion.

"What're you doing?" asked she.

"Trying to make some food." he replied, "They don't have a toaster here, so..."

"Let me see the fridge."

"Change your clothes first. That hospital gown looks funny on you."

"Fine."

He was so fond of her. She'd been attacked the last afternoon and here she was, jumping out of her bed to see what was there to cook. She looked normal, which was a good thing, and hadn't Tony known about the circumstances of the previous day he would've swore this was the same girl that he always knew.

"How're we looking so far?" she inquired.

"I'm done with sandwiches." he answered, "They're over by the table."

"Okay. Now just leave the rest to me."

She loved to cook. And he knew that. He was a lousy cook. He knew that too. So all in all, he decided to hand the situation over to her.

"So how's the food?" asked she once they'd sit down to eat.

"Much better than sandwiches."

The both of them laughed.

"Come on, those were good too." she consoled him.

"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. You're an excellent cook."

"I'm not that good."

"Aren't you?"

"No."

"I'm saying you are, and you gotta listen to me."

"You're an idiot. I don't believe you."

"Then you're the idiot."

In half an hour they'd forgotten about the crimes and the criminals and the gangs and the guns, and by the time they were done it was just two friends chatting casually about things that otherwise went unnoticed.

"You so do!" Tony laughed, keeping his plate in the sink, "You do it every time!"

"I do not," she retaliated, laughing herself, "I've never done that!"

"Keep your plate there," he pointed to the sink, "I'll clean it up."

"We could do that tomorrow right?"

"No. I'll clean the plates. You pour us the wine."

"Okay. Glasses?"

"Top drawer."

And he was done with the plates before he knew it. She was waiting for him on the table with two glasses poured and ready, and he could tell this was gonna be so much fun. He switched the radio on for some music and walked up to her.

"So where were we?" he asked, sitting down.

"Shut up. You know."

"Oh yes! So as I was saying, you blush every time I say your name..."

"I don't do that!"

"I should really show you a mirror when that happens. It'll clear things up for you."