The Singer and Her Arranger
Copyright© 2023 by PostScriptor
Chapter 6: The Look of Love...
The next morning, by the time that Charlie was making it down for breakfast, he could smell coffee, bacon and eggs, and toast! WTF!
There, in his kitchen, was Sid, already dressed, with an apron on, cooking up a storm.
“Good morning, Charlie! This is an important question. A life changing question. I need to know: How do you take your coffee?”
“Black.”
“Ooooo, manly. Here,” she said as she poured him a cuppa joe.
“Okay, sit,” she directed, as she brought over a breakfast plate and put it down in front of him. A quick trip back to the kitchen island and she returned with her own plate.
They sat there next to each other at the breakfast table eating and quaffing their morning coffee.
“How did you ... like, know what to fix?”
“I am an amazing mind reader. I saw what you had in the pantry, what you had in the ‘fridge, and then I found the most worn and used pages in your cookbook. They told me how you liked your bacon and eggs!”
He knew that she was laughing again. He wished he wasn’t quite so predictable to this woman.
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