"What are you doing?"
I flinched. Caught. Fuck.
Of course any sane person would realize that I was doing nothing wrong. However, this was not any sane person. Far from it, clearly.
Her vegan diet was a mystery to me. Indeed, I had no idea how a human being consumed bean curd and tree bark like a bloody koala.
Except that she was just so beautiful when she did. Did anything, really. Even when she was cross.
She stood there in the doorway, her strawberry blond hair curled into plaits around her brow like a victory laurel. She had a look on her face that brooked no cheek.
I was, after all, making a mess.
"Cooking" I said, though the statement came out less of an answer as it was a question. Was I cooking? Really, is that what this was?
"Oh, and what are you cooking?" she said, hands on her hips. Her orange and red summer dress made her hips sing.
"I'm cooking... well... you know... a vegan dish," I sputtered.
"Why?" she asked, the hint of a smile pulling up on the corner of her mouth. That smirk was a familiar, and welcome, sight.
"I wanted to make you a special breakfast," I shrugged. The sodden whole-wheat bread in almond milk lay flaccid on the griddle. I looked at that piece of bread with undisguised hatred. I knew the day would come when bread would betray me.
"The only thing you are making is a mess!" she declared and reached for towel.
I caught her wrist and lifted her hand to my face, opened her hand and planted a long, lingering kiss on her palm.
She smiled and the sun came out.
But that's what happens when she smiles, the sun cannot help but smile with her.
And neither could I.
