His Plump Mate
he asks me, and follows it up with, “these cookies are excellent. I taste a little something different in them too.”
I feel my cheeks turn red. I’m not use to getting any kind of praise, not even for my cooking. “I added pure vanilla bean to the dough so it would bring out the sweetness of the cookies.” I respond shyly. “As far as other things I like to do, well, I play my guitar and sing a little. Self taught with the guitar too.” Preemptively answering that question before he asks.
“What do you sing? I would love to hear you sing sometime.” He says.