Chapter 117
- HAZEL -
Nothing beats having a nice meal. I have a towel wrapped around my head and I’m putting on a robe. The moment I finished bathing, hunger hit me hard and I couldn’t do anything else but head downstairs.
Killian didn’t bother to stop me considering he was just as hungry. Now we’re both sat in seats well tucked into the dining table. “What dish is this?” I ask without taking the food tray covers off.
“Something you might know.” Killian responds. He takes the napkin by the side of the covered food dish on the table and unfolds it. I avert my gaze from him back to the covered meal as curiosity eats me up. I know Killian is a good cook. Heck, I even know he’s good at almost everything, he does his things to perfection, I am a witness to that and I can fully testify but when it comes to something I’m going to put in my stomach, coupled by the fact that I can’t cook. . . Knowing the meal in question would be way more relieving.
I take the dome off. My face flattens. It’s pasta and meat. Shredded meat rises up at the center as the pasta is layered beneath it in an expertise setting. Small leaves are over the plate as well with some kind of sauce. This doesn’t look like the everyday pasta meal. “Nope, I don’t know.” I say, keeping my eyes pressed on the food in front of me. It scents good. I can feel my stomach roar with a newfound craving for this pasta.
“El gusto pasta with pulled pork, beef and mushrooms.” Killian says.
“Ouu, sounds fancy.” I mouth, wetting my lips with my tongue as I drool at the meal before me. I will devour this like my life depends on it, I already know.
“Tastes good too.” Killian adds.
I hold my fork with determination relying on his words. Killian always cooks good food. I wonder why he decided to make pasta but I love the thick, long, rectangular strands of pasta and the pork.