“I think some of the most fun I’ve had doing a show was the musical ‘All Shook Up’. It was a bit of a quirky show but the casting was spot on perfect and as a crew it was one of our best.” Victor looked around and, seeing most of the house cleared out, looked back down to Summer. “You ready to go love?”
She put her hand in his and heaved herself out of the seat. “Let’s go.” It was so much easier to navigate the theatre now that most of the crowd was gone, and the valets were no longer overwhelmed either. She gave a grateful smile to the one who held the door for her, and dropped into the car, buckling up quickly. “So you’re going to cook for me?”
Victor followed her out of the theatre, took the keys from the valet boy and tipped him before getting into the car and buckling his seat belt as well. He started the engine and headed back towards his house. “Well, that’s the idea love. I got us a nice red wine, and I was going to cook us some steaks with some homemade mashed potatoes and,” he looked a little sheepish, “I have a few veggies for us to choose from. I wasn’t sure if you liked asparagus so I got a few other things as well.”
“Hmmm,” she chuckled. “It will be interesting to see if your cooking meets my standards. Those particular ingredients are things I’m quite fond of, but I can be a bit picky … ” She lifted an eyebrow. “But you already have a lot of points for everything else.”
Victor chuckled a bit, “Well, I’m glad the ingredients are well picked and I have to say, I am a pretty decent cook. I hope you enjoy it. So, asparagus is alright?”
“Unless you burn it or make it creole-style,” she riposted, head turned to watch the trees flash by. She shifted to look out the other side, eyes drifting to skim along the arc of his hands and the line of his profile. God, he was glorious. “I’m not starving yet,” she murmured, “so you don’t have to start cooking right away.”