Dancing In The Grey | COMPLETED

Eight: Butterfly

Ivet had finally decided on using the preserved date she asked Liann for after a good four days of actually coming up with a date. She did ask her out with no plan whatsoever in mind—to her she did think the woman would say no, it was a given fact embedded in her head.

Imagination shattered and through reality creeped in—at full force with a hint of panick—it had to be perfect, well almost perfect, satisfying and left her name in the good books to Liann.

There was a problem, she had never been on a date—been asked to a date—been told about how dates go. Just that she saw on the streets, happy couples—that she didn’t believe were happy at all—holding hands walking down the sidewalk or perhaps opening the door for the significant other, eating lunch either dinner at a fancy restaurant—movies, walks in the park, so forth and so on.

Fancy restaurant was scratched out the equal and was the movie—honestly anything with too much expenses requiring her to spend and the clichéd dates, she believed Liann had been on too much—if any sane person had asked her.

After two days she had the prefect date in mind. She was overjoyed impatiently waiting for their date but maybe cliche dates should have been the right option—it was indeed the safest.

As not two minutes into their date she had successfully insulted Liann and got her grumpy—two more hours of baking class would be unbearable.

Yes, Ivet’s unique date idea was a couples baking class. Why? Well Liann had for once made—tried—making them rather herself breakfast that wasn’t cereal or caffeine, it was a muffin. It was supposed to be one by what Liann told Ivet.

The crust was a success, perfectly cooked with the oven but the inside was the mushy mix still under baked—barely baked.

Ivet did dig in with excitement of a child being awarded with candy or money—preferences vary right—but the soon bright smile faded as she took her first bite. It wasn’t just barely baked but too sweet as though Liann had added five mugs of sugar.

She still swallowed it as Liann was anticipating her response with a wide smile—she was smiling, how and why would she possibly ruin that so early.

Ivet’s mistake was opening her big mouth instead of simply nodding her head to ‘are they good?’.

“This is some great fillings?” she mumbled taking yet another bite—if that right there wasn’t love then what was it.

Liann was puzzled, taking the ‘muffin’ out her hand—it was only one bite away before Ivet ate it all with a heavy heart and not just from the sweetness.

Then Liann glared at Ivet. “You are one hell of a liar.” she spat out the hardly chewed muffin, it’s remains of course in the trash. She removed her apron then dashed out the kitchen—Ivet alone run to the tap chugging down a glass of water.

Then she laughed staring at the batch of muffins in the kitchen—it was a really horrible thing to do as Liann was back and glaring at her.

And then just like that—a prefect date.

Barely.

If she was honest she believed her mouth deserved to be shut for good. Liann didn’t exactly hate the date as they got into the room, she was thrilled and spoke:

“This is exciting and fun.”

Then Ivet agreed with a head nod placing her apron around her own wait. ‘I’m so happy’ Liann squealed taking in the room with a smile untill Ivet said:

“You should be. You bake like shit.”

The woman had never turned her head so fast, her smile being dropped and glaring at Ivet—it was the truth though she should have held it back.

And thirty minutes into the lesson her sleeves were pulled back and her hair in bun under the hair net provided, Ivet stood as far away as she could from Liann as she was violently punching the dough.

She knew in Liann’s head that was most definitely her being beaten to a pulp. Her gaze wandered around the room taking in the couples, some playful, others more serious than the others but still holding a conversation and flirting? Oh and being helpful not standing so far away in fear of their heads getting cut off.

Ivet sighed. Taking her attention back to Liann she noticed her apron loosely tied, the knot was slowly slipping.

Taking a step closer she attempted to help at least—even if she was given strict instructions to get out her way.

“I should—”

“Shut the f**k up.” Liann hissed punching the dough. Ivet held up her hands and took some steps back, standing back at the far edge of the counter.

And Liann didn’t speak to her again—what a lovely date she had so ever planned beautiful, that she hardly enjoyed.

“Was it fun?” Ivet asked watching Liann eat the cookies them made—she made—at the lesson earlier in the day. And yes she wasn’t sharing or letting Ivet taste—they did turn out good though.

Liann hummed as she hugged the container of cookies—did she spare Ivet a glare, not one single bit for a second or so. She was still upset at her for a remark—shutting her mouth would have been highly appreciated.

Ivet did help fetch the ingredients she had as much of a right to eat them and so she did. Walking up to Liann she snatched the cookie from her hand. “So go on a date with me again?” Ivet asked.

Liann did glare at her well until she saw Ivet smiling genuinely at the cookie—she must have liked it and Liann felt proud.

“Never in my life again.” placing a peck on Ivet’s lips she smiled staring at shocked Ivet—then happily went up the upstairs.