Prompt: "Day 6 —Write about a person who would buy all of those items in Day 5."
Interesting. I seem to have already written about that in Day Five. So let's continue this debacle.
Mary Sue cried tears of oil and sauce, unsure of what she was going to do for today's dinner date. She had promised her man of interest that she would cook him something delicious. Mary Sue was an awful cook. Jokingly her roommate suggested that things that start with the same letter get along together. In that same terrible rhyme. In a fit she had burnt the water trying to cook the soba noodles, and made a massive mixture of sauces even tossing in some salt which splattered all over her sleeves. And the soup. Well, she was in essence making a soup, right? She poured the contents of the can and added a half a can of water like it said. Then she added the remainder of the sauces and then the noodles. It was like a creamy... gravy like chicken noodle soup. Maybe it would taste good... Mary Sue put a lid on the the pot, turned off all the knobs because she faintly remember her mother saying that a good cook never leaves the food unsupervised.
Mary Sue threw her clothes onto the floor and jumped into the shower. Somehow she had managed to get some soup in her hair and as she scrubbed it out she thought about what she could possibly wear. Scurrying to her room she heard her roommate make a comment but was unsure about the details. Damian would be here soon!
He came in wearing a simple pair of jeans and a button down and no matter which way she saw it she felt slightly overdressed. Oh well. With a warm hug she greeted him and was eager to give him a taste of the soup she was working on so diligently. They talked little as she pushed him into a chair and poured some of the soup out which had turned into a blackish ooze. Mary Sue eagerly waited for Damian to take a sip. And waited. He looked at her. "What did you make me honey?"
"I made a soup." Damian smiled.
"I'm sure it tastes delicious." And he took a sip. And then a gulp. And although his rhythm slowed after a few spoonfuls. Then Damian took a deep breath and inhaled the rest of the bowl. "Wow. Yep, that hit the spot." Mary Sue smiled.
"There's more if you're still hungry!" He shook his head.
"I appreciate it but that was really filling. However... I know that there is just enough room to fit some desserts and you look so beautiful tonight I'd like to show you off." Damain pulled her gently into his lap and kissed her forehead. "Thank you for dinner. Maybe next time we'll make it together at my place." That sounded like fun!
"Ooo, that does sound like fun." Damian and Mary Sue sat there a while and talked about the usual things like work, some distressed coworkers and such. When they were finally ready to leave it was almost 8:30 p.m., about two hours had passed since Damian arrived. She slipped on some flats, grabbed her jacket and wallet and took Damian's arm as they headed out smiling all the way. It was a good night after all.
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