Chapter 1
So it was a Thursday night when I decided to make my boyfriend dinner. I usually don’t do the cooking in the apartment. Quinton is the one that does the kitchen because he is good at it, and I can barely make pasta.
Today Quinn is working late tonight, so I decided I would make him dinner. I have thought this out about an hour in advance, so I don’t have time to go down to the market and get the supplies I need for dinner. Being the health nuts that he is I decided to go with A veggie and tofu stir fry, neither of us are vegetarian or vegan, but he tries to eat tofu, and when it is mixed with sauce rice and vegetables you can’t tell that it’s tofu besides the texture.
I had called Quinn earlier to ask him when he thought he was going to be home, last-minute he said a critical client had booked a late-night work out from 7-8. I know what you’re thinking seven and eight are not that late for working out, but Quinn works at nutrition and Personal Fitness business, and they close around 8:30.
If you’re wondering what I’m doing at home, I work from home on Thursday usually to catch up on emails from the week and revise and make notes the videos that Thomas had edited. I’m probably in the office or lab 5 to 6 days a week.
Now it is time to make Quinn, and I’s dinner. I start with the more straightforward task is making the rice, which I can do; it’s not that difficult to boil water for rice and let it sit. The tricky part comes when you’re combining it all and trying not to burn broccoli and carrots, while also trying not to set off a smoke detector for your whole building.
I turn the radio on while I cook not to get bored, I suppose. Most times if I decide to make dinner for Quinton, I usually Postmate sinner from our favorite Vegetarian restaurant in Manhattan. Today I decided to do the impossible, obviously.
If there is one thing that I’m good at and the kitchen it is chopping up vegetables because when I was younger that’s what I’d have for a snack all the time is like carrots or broccoli. Now that I’m older, my tastes have matured, and sometimes I put eggplant and mushrooms, but not tonight.
So this point the rice is done and I’m about to put in my veggies into the pan I tend to use coconut oil instead of canola or vegetable both of us just like it better. This is the part that I generally mess up because I either undershoot it or way overshoot it by that I mean we either burn the vegetables or they’re practically raw.
“Hey gorgeous, What are you doing in the kitchen?” Quinn Voice calls from the entrance of the kitchen.
“Making my handsome and hardworking boyfriend dinner,” I say still watching the veggies making sure not to burn them.
“How about you go get some wine, and I will finish cooking,” he suggests coming up behind me and resting his chin on my shoulder
“No, Quinn, I wanted to make dinner. I can do it; you go get wine.” I reply
“I know you could cook, but you don’t enjoy it,” he says “check your veggies, gorgeous” opening the fridge to grab white wine
I look back down at the veggies and tofu, and one side is very well done of them, I take a spatula and flip/stir the vegetables and tofu together. So that one side won’t be almost burned, but it’s not burnt just well done.
“Quinn, do the veggies look done?” I call out to the man pouring wine behind me
“Jules, let me handle the food you finish pouring our wine, just relax babe,” he says. I hand him the spatula that I had used.
“I didn’t want to have to worry about dinner. You always cook for us.” I say heading to the island that we usually eat at. There are two wine glasses one is half full already
“Jules I love cooking and trying new things for clients, it is not a chore don’t worry,” he says adding some Seasonings and sauce to the stir fry.
“Do we have any Moscato or White Zinfandel, do you know Babe?” I ask as I finish pouring his glass. This particular White’s isn’t my favorite because it’s very dry and bitter. I’d prefer a sweeter and bubbly White.
“Maybe in the fridge? I thought that was the one you liked?” he says, turning off the stove and grabbing plates.
“It’s to dry and bitter, I like the Moscato the best,” I say looking through our fridge. We need to go to the Market. I went to Today but only for what I needed. We have Rosé that one of my friends had given me as a party favor.
“Do you like Rosé or white better? Babe” I ask because Quinton is not much of a drinker in general because him being a health nut.
“Doesn’t matter, I take the one you don’t like. Dinner is ready” he says grabbing forks and placing they by our plates
“Thanks for helping babe, but I could have done it by myself,” I say I sit down with our glasses. I give him the white one.
Then all of a sudden eat fire alarm goes off, but it’s not from our apartment it’s the complexes alarm so someone else must have Set It Off. luckily we are on the third floor, so we don’t have to rush down 15 flights of stairs. Quinn and I grabbed our phones, laptops, SD cards, and head to the emergency exit of our story.
We are one of the first groups people to get down there because we are on a Lower floor. You can hear the sirens of the firetruck wailing as they come closer, but you can’t see anything from the outside Park, so let’s hope it was a false alarm.
