Kevlyn Adalira Drummond came home after a very busy day in the city one day. In the morning, she works as an office assistant; she takes classes at a culinary school at the afternoon, and goes home in the early evening. After a busy day of work and school, she went to the grocery store and brought plenty of items to make for dinner and dessert.
As she walked up the stairs to her uptown apartment, she walked past her hot and handsome next door neighbor Brandon Green. They often see and talk to each when they walked past each other from their apartments or even the laundry room when doing laundry. Brandon's a tall, dark blonde-haired, blue-green eyed, hottie of a guy who works as a barista at a coffeehouse downtown. Sometimes, he would see Kevlyn at the coffeehouse at mornings before going to work, her lunch break, or even early evenings when she gets off from school. He even knows some of her favorite coffee drinks at the coffeehouse; for instance, she would order a tall breakfast blend when she has a very busy day ahead or an iced vanilla caramel cappuccino with a chocolate chocolate chip muffin when she has a bad day.
That evening, Kevlyn got started on cooking dinner. She first began seasoning two perfectly marbled rib eye steaks with her own special steak seasoning blend while she turned on the convection oven. Suddenly, her cordless phone rang on the kitchen table.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hi. How's my favorite busybody of a neighbor?" A male voice answered.
"Hi, Brandon. I'm doing really well, thanks for asking. How's my favorite barista doing?" Kevlyn asked him.
"I'm doing fine, thanks. Just waiting on my girlfriend to get off from work and I'm really hungry." Brandon replied.
"So how's Autumn?" Kevlyn asked.
"She's fine, working late as usual. She works at a law firm as a legal secretary and she's also a health nut when it comes to food." Brandon said to her.
"Let me guess, she's a vegetarian?" Kevlyn asked Brandon.
"Not exactly, she's not only a picky eater, but she also has a few food allergies." Brandon explained.
"Not trying to be in your business but what foods is she allergic to?" Kevlyn asked as she seasoned the steaks while the convection oven heats up.
"She's allergic to shellfish, nuts, dairy, and eggs; taking her out to dinner can be nightmarish because she asks the waiter a lot questions and we just end up having salad for dinner. Plus, she carries an epi-pen everywhere she goes, which I don't mind at all. While I'm very considerate of her needs and all, her allergies just drive me crazy. Not only that, she works out constantly every day. She has this weekly habit of going to the gym after work and doesn't come home till the next morning." Brandon said.
"Wow! That sounds extreme. Personally, I like to work out three times a week to counteract with the cooking I do." Kevlyn replied.
"I work out myself five days a week, but enough of that, I'm really hungry right now and I don't feel like waiting on my girlfriend." Brandon said.
"Well, you're in luck Brandon, because I'm cooking dinner right now." Kevlyn said to him.
With interest and enthusiasm, Brandon asked, "What are you making?"
"Okay. I'm cooking rib-eye steaks with Oysters Rockefeller, which are east coast oysters topped with creamed spinach alfredo and bacon. You'll be amazed of what I'll be making for dessert." Kevlyn answered.
"Mmmmm, all that sounds so delicious! Can I come over for dinner?" Brandon said happily.
"Please do." Kevlyn replied.
"I'll be there shortly. See you there!" Brandon said as they hung up their phones.
As Brandon got himself ready for dinner, Kevlyn took out the finished steaks out from the convection oven to let them rest and placed the oysters onto the plates. She then set the steaks on the plates beside the oysters and set the timer for the regular oven for her special dessert. She poured the batter into a square metal pan, put it in the oven, and timed it for 30 minutes.
A few seconds later, Brandon arrived at her doorstep and Kevlyn let him into her apartment.
"So glad you can make it. Follow me." Kevlyn said as they went into the dining room.
Once Brandon sat himself down at the dining room, Kevlyn brought still-hot plates to the table, sat beside him, and they ate together. They conversed about their jobs, daily lives, etc. while savoring the delicious dinner.
"Oh my God! That was delicious and I was really starving!" Brandon said to her.
"I'm really glad you liked it!" Kevlyn happily said.
Then, the kitchen timer went off and Kevlyn said, "Oooh, dessert's ready!"
Kevlyn went into the kitchen and took out the dessert from the oven. As the blondies cool, she got out two bowls from the cabinet and two spoons from the drawer. She then got out a double boiler and half a bag of white chocolate chips. She turned on the stovetop, let the water boil in the bottom pot, and put the white chocolate chips into the top pot.
"What's for dessert?" Brandon asked her from the dining room.
"I made some peanut butter and white chocolate blondies. I'm now melting some white chocolate to pour over them." Kevlyn replied.
Kevlyn stirred the white chocolate until melted smooth. She then turned off the stove, cut the warm blondies into squares, and put two of them into the two bowls. She took out a half gallon of double vanilla ice cream and put a big scoop onto the two warm blondies in their bowls. Once she put the ice cream back into the freezer, Kevlyn carried the two bowls into the dining room and gave one to Brandon. Using a ladle, she poured the smooth, melted white chocolate onto the desserts. Brandon watched in arousal as Kevlyn poured the chocolate on top of the ice cream and warm blondies.
Kevlyn brought in the two bowls from the kitchen and into the living room. I joined Brandon in the living room and the two sat on the loveseat, enjoying their dessert.
"Mmmm, this is a very delicious dessert you have made." Brandon said to her.
"Why thank you, Brandon." Kevlyn replied.
"I swear, you are like a culinary adventuress! I'm curious, what are you doing in culinary school?" Brandon said.
"I'm studying three things: pastries, cooking, and restaurant management. Someday, I like to have a restaurant, a bistro/bakery/café/steakhouse. I would love to have it located somewhere like uptown, downtown, or even midtown. I also would like to have my own food truck to bring the restaurant to them, when the people can't make for lunch or dinner. I like to cook when I'm not at the office." Kevlyn said to Brandon.
"That's very amazing, Kevlyn. So what was the best thing you ever made at the culinary school?" Brandon asked.
"To be honest, I think the best thing I ever made was peach cobbler that I made for my pastry class. The assignment was to make our own version of a fruit dessert. So I decided to have my own take on peach cobbler. Aside from using fresh peaches, I topped the cobbler with a brown sugar/cinnamon/granulated sugar topping on top of the crust. Plus, I even had a secret ingredient to my cobbler." Kevlyn explained.
"Oooh, what was the secret ingredient?" Brandon asked in excited curiosity.
"I put in peach schnapps into the simple sugar and peaches mixture." Kevlyn answered.
"That must be the peachiest peach cobbler you have ever made." Brandon replied.