Our first fight

“Oh my God, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Jason asks as he walks into the kitchen. He just came out of his study.

“Asks the man who just stepped out of his study,” I say, cleaning my hands on the kitchen napkin. I am making dinner. Jason invited his grandmother over for dinner at his place. Tracy is going to be serving us. He is using this dinner to find out if his grandmother is genuinely the one behind it.

“It does not take time for men to get ready.”

“I am almost done here. Once I am through, I will get ready.”

“This is why I didn’t want you to cook tonight. I could have just asked Jessica to work today,” Jason says, walking over to me by the stove.

“Today is her grandson’s birthday. There is no need to make her miss such a special occasion when I know how to cook.”

“I should have hired a private chef for tonight,” Jason says, wrapping his