𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑.

𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵

blinking one eye at a time? stepping closer. ah, he’s on all fours with a squirrel in his jaws.

yellow eyes glowing in the distance. just watching!

She's snapping a picture, her eyes focusing on his movements through the old polaroid camera in her hands.

“ Are you to say we should remain as strangers and never meet across the bridge . . . ? “ Staring at him from the corner of her eye , inquisitive and curious . She’d cook for him regardless , but she couldn’t help but want to know more . . he was quite odd . .

“ I’m not so sure . . . “ Spoken so confidently , cooking that steak as if she would anything else . . but , she did keep it on for much longer than she usually would . “ Perhaps that means we get to have a secret to share . . . I wouldn’t keep anyone from my bakery . . . “

“ Ahh , an outcast then . . . Well , you have a place here if you ever need it . . . “ She could understand that feeling to a degree . . didn’t know exactly why people hated him . “ Working here . . . ? No , no , I own and run this place myself . . . Only a few years . . . “

“ Oh , I find your name to be plenty nice as well . . . Though , it’s much easier to say that about others than oneself , isn’t it . . . ? “ How bold she was , cooking for him and keeping her eyes on the task at hand . “ How come I’ve never seen you before . . . ? “

“ . . . That’s incredibly sad , what a feat to handle something so dreadful . . . Honestly , I find that admirable . . . “ Setting the unseasoned steak on the stove . . not even salt ? Butter ? Hmm . . “ Mm — oh . . . ! Liz , it’s um . . . it’s Liz . . . “

“ . . . Really . . . ? “ Asked as if she just heard the most outlandish thing in the world . No seasonings , and charred to a crisp ? Was she feeding an animal ? . . again , it wasn’t her food , so . . “ When did you learn you liked your meat cooked this way . . . ? “

She looked a little puzzled . . but , quickly shrugged it off and trotted all the way to her kitchen anyways . Should have some lamb or steak in the fridge . . “ Do you have seasoning preferences . . . ? “

“ I have no reason not to . . . “ Raising a brow , plush lips slightly pouted . Like she was offended by the mere suggestion of excluding anyone from watching their meal come together .

Stopping in place , stumbling slightly before looking back over her shoulder . “ Dry . . . ? “ Looked confused . . that was a first . . and it would taste horrible , at least to her . But , it wasn’t for her . “ Do you want to come with me to make sure I do it right . . . ? “

“ Meat . . . it’s . . . incredibly vague , but I’m to assume there’s no specific needed . . . meat it is . . . ! “ Ah , trotting off , presumably to fetch and create a meat dish for him —