There wasn’t a book on ‘What do you do when your girlfriend/best friend, doesn’t get along with your other best friend?’ (Well firstly, Justin wasn’t sure if Sally was even in that category, but he liked her enough now of days to think she belonged in it, and secondly he was pretty certain she wouldn’t really have cared too much anyway), but the thing was -- there wasn’t a book on what to do and Justin was left in the middle of it completely unprepared.
Megan was out -- with his mother and it was something that had been organised a few days ago, but Justin still liked that it had worked out that way. Sally had made it clear she wasn’t exactly comfortable with being around Megan and Justin knew better than anyone, that Megan definitely wasn’t comfortable being around Sally. Which was a shame really, because Justin had seen something in both of them that he liked, he just wished that had seen it too. The whole kitchen was organised for their cooking marathon and it wasn’t until that was finished, that Justin decided to tie an apron around his neck and slip a chefs hat on for added effect, something he had purchased a couple of days ago.
He had just made sure his hair wasn’t cramped up underneath it, before grabbing out two wine glasses and filling them up. Pinot Noir, of course. Justin had just finished filling up the second glass when he heard a knock on the door and went over to check it out, his own wine glass in tow. He peered out of the small hole in the door and was happy to see it was Sally. He didn’t hesitate to open the door after that. “Bonjour!" He hugged her briefly and stepped back to allow her access into the apartment. "Are you ready to test your knowledge on what you know about french cuisine today, Sally?”