NovelOnlineAthena was bustling around the kitchen, whipping up a five-course meal.
"So, how's the taste? Do you like it?" she asked, a hint of pride in her voice.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTyler, never one to mince words, replied, "I love it." He was genuinely surprised by how good her cooking was; it was nothing short of impressive.
Athena walked over to him, leaned down, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Well, eat up then. I can whip up different dishes every day, and I promise you'll love them all." Her happiness at his approval was palpable, and she sat across from him, chin in hand, watching him eat with a contented smile. For a fleeting moment, Tyler felt as if they were a married couple, sharing dinner at home.
Once he had eaten his fill, he realized Athena hadn't touched her utensils.
As he was about to leave, he noticed Athena still wearing her apron, adjusting his tie.
"I'll have dinner ready for you tonight. If you're noting back, just letknow," she said.
Tyler nodded absently, not really taking her words to heart. He appreciated her cooking, sure, but at his core, he was still the sold player.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter leaving, he went to meet Bert Frost, another writer he often collaborated with on scripts. In their world, male writers were a rare breed, but Tyler and Bert were more drinking buddies than anything else. Tyler's scripts were mainstream melo, whereas Bert's work had depth, yet they enjoyed each other'spany over a pint.
Once seated, Bert ordered sfood. Having tasted Athena's cooking, Tyler found himself indifferent to restaurant fare.
Bert leaned back, a knowing grin on his face. "I heard you've got a new girl in your life. It's not Anna, is it? That queen? Your taste is really going downhill, Tyler." Tyler took a sip of his coffee, unfazed. “Didn't even give her a chance. Turned her down because she's not my type." "So, who's the flavor of the month? Hooked up yet? Bet you have." "Yeah, slept with her. But she's nothing special. The only standout is she cooks well." Bert chuckled. "Seriously, Tyler, you've got a whole line of people who'd cook for you." "Listen, I'm not lying this time. Her cooking's really good.e over sometif you don't believe me." Bert yawned, having pulled an all-nighter on a script. He wasn't in the mood to check out Tyler's latest conquest. "Here's the script we're gunning for an award with. Let's focus on this and leave the women for later." "She's not worth the effort. Just a live-in cook, really." "Man, Tyler, you're the quintessential jerk. No wonder your scripts have such convincingly awful guys. You just write what you know." "Get lost." With the banter out of the way, the two dove into script revisions. They worked until late afternoon, making tweaks here and there, before deciding to go out for drinks. Tyler had also invited the director of their next project, which meant the drinks flowed freely. As the night on, a young actress wrapped wore on, her arms around Tyler's neck, claiming it was her first time.
Tyler's hand found her waist, ignoring Bert's teasing from the side.
"You're gonna burn out at this rate," Bert quipped.
Tyler chuckled, "Is that why you're taking the night off?" Bert, baited by thement, grabbed a woman and headed upstairs, tossing a challenge over his shoulder. "What about you?"
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