Tuesday: September/10/19
When: Tuesday night around 8:00
Where: his apartment (that he shares with Candi)
What: attempting to woo an elemental, otherwise known as "stroking the flames"
Remington hurried Candi out of the apartment as quickly as he could. The sun set at 7:14, which didn't leave him much time to start cooking, but he didn't want her to be suspicious upon seeing him making more food than usual. Plus, Remington didn't often cook for himself now that he lived with Candi. He was still cooking when a knock came at the door.
Putting down the pan in his hand, Remington rushed to the door. He was slightly flushed from the heat in the kitchen, his hurried pace, and simple nerves from this secret dinner party for two. "Belle," he said softly, clearly in awe of her, "You look stunning. Please come in." He took her hand and escorted her into the apartment. It was always immaculately clean, because a serviceman didn't tolerate clutter or disarray. "I apologize that I'm still making our dinner. I got behind schedule. Join me in the kitchen?" He motioned that way and hoped she'd follow, because he wanted her to be as close as possible.
"I hope you have an adventurous stomach. I learned to cook while in the Marines, and my best dishes are Afghan." He was preparing lam kabob, qabli pulao (a rice dish), and manta as an appetizer served with some cut up fruit. All this was accomplished while wearing some jeans that Candi claimed 'were made for his body' and a black button up shirt. He was barefoot though, because he often was when cooking.