Sometimes, he tortures himself thinking about what could have been. How things might have gone if he'd finished his senior year of culinary arts school, gotten his degree, and had a chance to use it. It won't change anything. But he can't help where his mind wanders sometimes.
But, to hear her say she enjoys baking too. That it might be a passion and a pastime he can share with her? His heart feels lighter in his chest.
"Yeah?" he asks, eyes sparkling, "Me too. It feels like... being in control of something." A rare thing for him, admittedly, when so much of his life is controlled by another.
"It's sort of zen for me. If that makes sense? And when I nail a recipe I feel like there's something to be proud of."
He slips his hand over hers, "What do you like to cook?"
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Date: 2021-01-16 04:24 am (UTC)But, to hear her say she enjoys baking too. That it might be a passion and a pastime he can share with her? His heart feels lighter in his chest.
"Yeah?" he asks, eyes sparkling, "Me too. It feels like... being in control of something." A rare thing for him, admittedly, when so much of his life is controlled by another.
"It's sort of zen for me. If that makes sense? And when I nail a recipe I feel like there's something to be proud of."
He slips his hand over hers, "What do you like to cook?"