Billy Palmer (lucky19) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-03-06 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *jamie, *stacey, darcy lewis, will palmer |
Will Palmer & Darcy Lewis
Backdated: March 5th; noon(ish)
Tower Two: First Floor common kitchen area
TBD: Likely Low
Closed & In Progress |
Talking to people on a social level had always been a bit of a challenge for Will, and that shyness of his had plagued him for most of his life. Still there were a few rare moments when his own passions for things like cooking tended to outweigh that shy streak of his, and Darcy had managed to sneak right past his defenses when they started talking about omelettes. So when she earnestly took an interest in his food the former cop couldn't exactly turn her away. The offer and invite to have her join him for lunch seemed so easy at the time. Yet now as he stood in the common kitchen, sauteing the onions while keeping an eye on the first omelette, Palmer found himself growing increasingly nervous. Oh he wasn't afraid for his life or well being; no it was the bit about trying to entertain a guest that really left him concerned. The smell of the Philly cheese steak omelettes filled the whole place. Fresh onions, peppers, cheese, and sizzling steak making his mouth water. Standing there in front of the stove he cast a quick glance to the toaster, just peeking in to ensure that the bread wasn't burning. So wrapped up in his creating a mouth watering dish the man never even noticed that Darcy had already arrived. With his back to the room his focus remained firmly fixed to the task at hand; plating the second omelette, and starting to fix a third. It was only when the toast finally popped up that he paused to put them on their own plate as well, and when he spotted her standing there a dark blush suddenly swept across Will's face. "Oh...you're uh, you are a little early." |