I expected the time I spent in George’s place to be brief and quick, but it wasn’t. He had somehow cooked a large dish giving off delicious scents.
“Eat while it’s hot,” he instructed as he headed back to the kitchen to dispose of his apron. Might I add that he looked hot in it and I didn’t want him to take it off.
“I hope this tastes as good as it smells,” I couldn’t help but add as he reached to fill my plate for me.
George smiled wryly, “It does, which is fortunate because it rarely is.”
“Rarely? This tastes heavenly,” I couldn’t help but say after tasting the crab dipped in soy sauce, “this is just so good, I may be stopping by for more than just a cup of coffee next time.”
“Even better, I’ll get to hone my skills to perfection.” George said, his voice tingling with excitement of
