Post by Ryan Hildago on Aug 8, 2021 22:34:04 GMT
[From Archived site]
Ryan listened as Corinne told him how her day went. His smile fell a bit when he learned some lady had been making up things about her cupcakes. It didn’t settle well with him. Especially when Corinne was one of the sweetest people he knew, and the idea anyone would try to take advantage of her by getting her to replace the cupcakes or give a refund rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe he needed to come by a bit more than in the mornings to help her deal with shitty customers.
“Let me know if one of those cupcakes need testing before hand.” He grinned up at her. Taste testing cupcakes? That he could do. He watched her then as she did something with the dirt and jar. He was familiar with a few practice, considering his adopted mother was highly superstitious, and all his moving as a kid had left him meeting multiple people of all beliefs. If this made Corinne feel better, then he was more then willing to let her do it for peace of mind.
When she stood up and informed him it was ready, he started filling in the hole. It was a lot easier then digging is as he used the shovel to push the dirt pile over the jar. He found himself grinning as she said her great nana didn’t mess around. Italian? Yeah he imagined no one wanted to mess with Great Nana.
Once the hole was filled in, he patted the freshly dug dirt with the shovel and the straightened up. Hooking a finger in a belt loop to pull his jeans back up before he motioned for them to head back into the shop. “Alright, dinner should be done by now.” He informed her. Now that the “hard” work was all done they could get to the good part. Even if he’d originally said it would be something small, and despite her insistence he didn’t have to. He still did it. What were friends for? But more then that he wanted to get to know Corinne more. He already knew from their little morning chats he liked her, and that she was a good person. She’d quickly become a friend to him and he was determined to make her realize he considered her as such. Especially if she said she wasn’t worth protecting. Not in his book Senorita…
Ryan moved through the shop quickly, minding his slight limp a bit as he put the shovel away and then nodded towards the stairs up to the loft. Letting her go first. As Corinne climbed the stairs the aroma of something spicy would start to fill the air as Ryan climbed the stairs behind her. The loft was simple, it had a large open area in an L-shape that was made into not only a living room, but his bedroom as well. A small kitchen was in one section, while the part of the wall that made the L was actually the bathroom. Along the walls were various photos from his Airforce days. A younger Ryan sitting in a fighter jet, holding his thumb up as he grinned widely. A group picture of his fleet that had been lost, there were a few pics of his adopted parents and him at his high school graduation, as well as a few pics of his Cessna 172 he had in an airport hangar about forty five minutes away.
His bed, dresser and nightstand were on the clear other side of the room, in front of the large bay windows. Showing his clear view of the shops across the street. Corinne’s shop in fact. Pulling the towel off his shoulder he set it on the back of one of his kitchen chairs. Glad he’d cleaned up all the bottles earlier so she wouldn’t see how much he drank. He moved over to the crock pot on the counter and grabbed a kitchen towel to lift off the top and then grabbed a fork. Reaching in to stir the pulled chicken mixture and the red sauce it was cooking in.
A bag of tortilla chips sat on the counter and he had a pan already waiting for him on the oven. He just had to toss the nachos together and they would be set. “Alright your turn to be my taste tester,” He told her forking up a bit of the chicken, he set the lid aside and then cupped his hand under the fork as he turned towards Corinne, moving towards her. “Tell me how I did,” He said, holding the fork out to her.
Ryan listened as Corinne told him how her day went. His smile fell a bit when he learned some lady had been making up things about her cupcakes. It didn’t settle well with him. Especially when Corinne was one of the sweetest people he knew, and the idea anyone would try to take advantage of her by getting her to replace the cupcakes or give a refund rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe he needed to come by a bit more than in the mornings to help her deal with shitty customers.
“Let me know if one of those cupcakes need testing before hand.” He grinned up at her. Taste testing cupcakes? That he could do. He watched her then as she did something with the dirt and jar. He was familiar with a few practice, considering his adopted mother was highly superstitious, and all his moving as a kid had left him meeting multiple people of all beliefs. If this made Corinne feel better, then he was more then willing to let her do it for peace of mind.
When she stood up and informed him it was ready, he started filling in the hole. It was a lot easier then digging is as he used the shovel to push the dirt pile over the jar. He found himself grinning as she said her great nana didn’t mess around. Italian? Yeah he imagined no one wanted to mess with Great Nana.
Once the hole was filled in, he patted the freshly dug dirt with the shovel and the straightened up. Hooking a finger in a belt loop to pull his jeans back up before he motioned for them to head back into the shop. “Alright, dinner should be done by now.” He informed her. Now that the “hard” work was all done they could get to the good part. Even if he’d originally said it would be something small, and despite her insistence he didn’t have to. He still did it. What were friends for? But more then that he wanted to get to know Corinne more. He already knew from their little morning chats he liked her, and that she was a good person. She’d quickly become a friend to him and he was determined to make her realize he considered her as such. Especially if she said she wasn’t worth protecting. Not in his book Senorita…
Ryan moved through the shop quickly, minding his slight limp a bit as he put the shovel away and then nodded towards the stairs up to the loft. Letting her go first. As Corinne climbed the stairs the aroma of something spicy would start to fill the air as Ryan climbed the stairs behind her. The loft was simple, it had a large open area in an L-shape that was made into not only a living room, but his bedroom as well. A small kitchen was in one section, while the part of the wall that made the L was actually the bathroom. Along the walls were various photos from his Airforce days. A younger Ryan sitting in a fighter jet, holding his thumb up as he grinned widely. A group picture of his fleet that had been lost, there were a few pics of his adopted parents and him at his high school graduation, as well as a few pics of his Cessna 172 he had in an airport hangar about forty five minutes away.
His bed, dresser and nightstand were on the clear other side of the room, in front of the large bay windows. Showing his clear view of the shops across the street. Corinne’s shop in fact. Pulling the towel off his shoulder he set it on the back of one of his kitchen chairs. Glad he’d cleaned up all the bottles earlier so she wouldn’t see how much he drank. He moved over to the crock pot on the counter and grabbed a kitchen towel to lift off the top and then grabbed a fork. Reaching in to stir the pulled chicken mixture and the red sauce it was cooking in.
A bag of tortilla chips sat on the counter and he had a pan already waiting for him on the oven. He just had to toss the nachos together and they would be set. “Alright your turn to be my taste tester,” He told her forking up a bit of the chicken, he set the lid aside and then cupped his hand under the fork as he turned towards Corinne, moving towards her. “Tell me how I did,” He said, holding the fork out to her.
