You may remember Tonya is at a friend's party where she meets Will. Inability to hold her liquor and impertient questions has led to an awkward pause in the conversation. Today's prompt is stuffed. I also included the recipe for Lobster Wellington.
Marc strode into the dining room with long, stiff movements. His hand grasped Tonya’s plate the same time she steered her fork to the entrée anticipating stuffing herself with lobster. The metal fork clattered to the table. Will’s surprised expression mirrored her own as Marc stacked everyone’s plate along his arm. “I will reheat everyone’s plate. It is cold now.”
The reticent chef disappeared into the kitchen. He could be finicky about food, but it was odd that Lynne stayed in the kitchen, unless they were attempting to give them time to talk. Well, that wasn’t working. She could go tell them. The thick Oriental rug gripped the legs of her chair as she pushed away from the table.
“Don’t go, I’ll explain.” Will reached for her hand detaining her and treating her to another electrical shock. Just as well because she wasn’t too sure how steady her walk to the kitchen would be.
“Go ahead, I’m all ears.” She encouraged. His hand left hers leaving it chilled hand on the tablecloth. Awkward. Using both hands, she lifted her chair a bit, as she scooted it back to its original position.
“As you know, I spent major time with Erica.” He reached for his drink and finished it in two swallows. “In the beginning, I thought we might develop a romantic relationship. When that didn’t happen, we were already in the habit of doing everything together. It didn’t leave much time for dating. I even tried a few times. Most women did not accept that I had a gorgeous friend who also happened to be a woman. They were either jealous or suspicious I was a player.”
“I would be.” She said the words, unaware she verbalized them until Will directed a compelling look at her.
“It isn’t natural for men and women to be friends outside of a romantic relationship. Those other women knew that. The only reason a man pretends to be your friend is to start a romantic relationship. I can see their reasoning.”
Marc and Lynne chose to peek out of the kitchen, but withdrew their heads as soon as she noticed. It looked like dinner might be a long time coming.
If you missed the recipe link, here it is again.
Marc strode into the dining room with long, stiff movements. His hand grasped Tonya’s plate the same time she steered her fork to the entrée anticipating stuffing herself with lobster. The metal fork clattered to the table. Will’s surprised expression mirrored her own as Marc stacked everyone’s plate along his arm. “I will reheat everyone’s plate. It is cold now.”
The reticent chef disappeared into the kitchen. He could be finicky about food, but it was odd that Lynne stayed in the kitchen, unless they were attempting to give them time to talk. Well, that wasn’t working. She could go tell them. The thick Oriental rug gripped the legs of her chair as she pushed away from the table.
“Don’t go, I’ll explain.” Will reached for her hand detaining her and treating her to another electrical shock. Just as well because she wasn’t too sure how steady her walk to the kitchen would be.
“Go ahead, I’m all ears.” She encouraged. His hand left hers leaving it chilled hand on the tablecloth. Awkward. Using both hands, she lifted her chair a bit, as she scooted it back to its original position.
“As you know, I spent major time with Erica.” He reached for his drink and finished it in two swallows. “In the beginning, I thought we might develop a romantic relationship. When that didn’t happen, we were already in the habit of doing everything together. It didn’t leave much time for dating. I even tried a few times. Most women did not accept that I had a gorgeous friend who also happened to be a woman. They were either jealous or suspicious I was a player.”
“I would be.” She said the words, unaware she verbalized them until Will directed a compelling look at her.
“It isn’t natural for men and women to be friends outside of a romantic relationship. Those other women knew that. The only reason a man pretends to be your friend is to start a romantic relationship. I can see their reasoning.”
Marc and Lynne chose to peek out of the kitchen, but withdrew their heads as soon as she noticed. It looked like dinner might be a long time coming.
If you missed the recipe link, here it is again.
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