What do you want for dinner?
“What do you want for dinner?” Sarah placed the towel down as she glanced across the table to her ‘oh-so-fair’ lover. That’s at least what Jake considered himself to be. He was perched on the top of the chair, the soles of his feet placed firmly on the seat and his muscly, contoured, Big Ben climbin’ glutes squat on the back of the chair. “I’m not sure Sarah. How does Chipotle sound?” Jake said with a grin. It was a shit-eating grin.
He often ate shit, but that never stopped him from making that smile.
“Not really feeling Chipotle.” Sarah said. Jake was a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y in love with Sarah and Chipotle. She couldn’t really tell which one he loved more.
“How about that ramen place you really like?” Jake said. Sarah wasn’t necessarily a picky eater, but she definitely had more discerning of a palate. Jake understood flavor, no flavor, texture and no texture. If taste was an X, Y graph, Chipotle was definitely on the top right of the graph.
Sarah. Sarah had a couple more coordinates.
“Well, I’m feeling something a little more indulgent.” Sarah said. “Indulgent?” Jake said. “Yeah, Indulgent. How about all you can eat korean bbq?” She said.
Jake smiled. “I think that’s a great choice.” he said. It’d cost him the equivalent of two Chipotle burritos, but it was definitely something flavorful. Plus, isn’t that why he worked. The opportunity to indulge when he wanted to. “Sounds like a plan.”
The both of them got from their pilot seats, turned off the spacecrafts and left.