I looked up at him, shakin’ my head. “Where you got me at?”
He smiled, reached for my hand, and laced his fingers with mine like it was natural.
“Come on,” he said. “I got you.”
He led me around the truck and further back, and the second we stepped into the space he had set up, I stopped.
“Couture…” I breathed.
It opened up into this whole setup that felt like somethin’ out a movie.
There was a fire pit already goin’, flames movin’ soft while the heat carried through the air. Chairs was set up around it with thick cushions laid out, and off to the side was a big setup with a white sheet stretched out between two stands, and a projector already ready to go.
Then I saw the food. There was a full spread laid out on a long table with everything prepped clean and organized like he had been out here for hours settin’ up.
Lamb chops was seasoned and sittin’ ready, the smell of the marinade already hittin’ my nose. There was asparagus, potatoes cut and soaked, fresh herbs laid out, butter, garlic, all of it placed in perfect.
Drinks was set up too with bottles lined up neat, and glasses already out.
“You did all this?” I asked, lookin’ at him.
He shrugged with that same calm look on his face. “Yes, I did.”
I smiled, lookin’ back at everything. “You done lost yo’ mind.”
He laughed with his hand still holdin’ mine while he walked me closer to the setup.
He poured me a glass of wine and handed it to me, then poured himself some liquor before movin’ over to the grill.
I stayed right there beside him, watchin’.
He moved like the chef he said he was, and I could tell this was second nature to him.
His hands worked through everything smooth, flippin’ the lamb chops, checkin’ the heat, addin’ butter and herbs and lettin’ everything cook just right.
I took a sip of my wine, leanin’ a lil’ closer to him. “You be doin’ this for real, huh?”
He glanced at me with a smile. “Yeah, bae. I told you this what I do.”
I watched him cut into one of the lamb chops, checkin’ it, then he sliced off a piece and held it up to me.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I laughed a lil’ but did it, lettin’ him feed me.
The second I tasted it, my eyes widened. “Oh my God…”
He watched me with that look in his eyes. “It’s good?”
“Good?” I shook my head, smilin’ hard. “This is crazy.”
He cut another piece and fed me again, his thumb brushin’ my lips just enough to make me pause for a second.
Then we started really vibin’, talkin’, laughin’, me standin’ close to him while he cooked and my arm brushin’ against his every now and then. Every time I looked at him, he was already lookin’ at me, and it did somethin’ to me I wasn’t even tryna explain.
By the time everything was done, the sun had started droppin’, paintin’ the sky behind us while the fire picked up a lil’ more.
He fixed my plate first, loadin’ it up, then made his, and we sat down near the fire while the projector lit up behind us.
