Enzo St John (vamptestsubject) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-30 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | enzo st john, rebekah mikaelson |
Who: Rebekah Mikaelson and Enzo St. John
What: Dinner
Where: Enzo's house
When: Mid June.
Warnings: Cute Fluff
Rated: G
Rebekah pulled up to Enzo's house, a bag of groceries in the back seat. She thought it'd be nice nice for someone to cook for him for a change, even if food didn't actually do anything for him anymore. Something Rebekah hadn't thought about until after she suggested it. But it was the thought that counted right? She hoped the older man didn't think she was a complete idiot.
Amycus had come home early as he usually did on Fridays and had given the girls their bath and put them to bed, giving her time to get ready. She told her boss not to wait up and had left, excited to see Enzo again.
Getting the bags out of the car she closed the door with her hip before heading up the walkway. Being careful not to drop anything she reached up and knocked on the door, waiting for it to open.
Enzo wasn’t used to people doing things for him, he was used to being independent or being the one who did things for other people. So when Rebekah had offered to cook him dinner, he could hardly turn it down. Plus, he really liked her, so having her in his house was something he could totally get behind.
When she knocked on the door, he got up from the couch, leaving the paperwork on the kitchen table to answer the door.
“Hello blondie,” he said with a fond smile, “come on in.”
Rebekah rolled her eyes but smiled when she heard his usual greeting for her. She was used to it by now. He'd been calling her “blondie” pretty much since the moment they'd met. It was far from the worst she'd been called before. Plus she found herself becoming rather fond of it.
“So I realized I'm an idiot after I texted you,” she commented as she entered Enzo’s house and heading straight for the kitchen to set the bags down. “I wasn't even thinking about how you don't actually need to eat real food.”
“I don’t have to, but for appearance sake in public, I find it necessary. Plus, I own a restaurant, so of course I’m going to eat. The perks of not having to gain any weight are incredibly amazing, and one that I find most beneficial. Besides, I enjoy eating, so don’t even feel stupid at all. It was a kind gesture on your part.”
He lead her into the house, where Enzo’s puppy happily bounded up to her, licking eagerly at her hands, tail wagging back and forth.
“He likes you,” Enzo smirked.
“I just thought it would be nice to give you a break from cooking for once” She said with a laugh, pulling out the various ingredients. She was glad he saw it as a nice gesture and didn’t think her an idiot.
Reaching down, she scratched behind the puppies ears, giving the puppy his due attention. “He’s absolutely adorable.” She grinned. “Amycus is wanting to get a puppy for the girls”
“Well that’s very generous of you, thank you kindly, sweetheart,” Enzo said with a smirk as he sat on the barstool by his counter top and watched her as she prepared the meal. “Nobody has done something like that for me in a long time.” In Fact, if he really thought about it, the last person to do that for him was Maggie, his long dead girlfriend.
“Dogs are a big responsibility. Is he sure they could handle them? They are what? Three? They need to be taught how to take care of the animal and not rely on you and their father to pick up after him and feed him.”
“I think that it's more that he wants a dog,” she said with a chuckle as she began chopping vegetables. “Laurel and Madison would be able to help with the little things such as feeding it and brushing it. They absolutely love animals. And I really wouldn't mind walking it and such. I never really had an animal growing up.”
Once everything was cut up she moving it all to a pan she placed on the stove. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a stir fry but they usually came out rather well. She loved to cook and knew that if she hadn't gone into childcare, she probably would have done something to do with food. “How are you and Damon doing with Purgatory? Still looking for the perfect spot to open another one?”
“We are. Your brother’s going to be the majority shareholder/owner of that one. We have decided on Downtown Los Angeles for the property. We should be setting up on actually getting the place set up soon. You know you can always be a cocktail waitress,” he said with a wink as he gave an appraising look up and down her body (What? She was Hot.)
“If you want a pet, you should get one. And you can come and cuddle that little guy there whenever you want,” he said indicating to the puppy who had taken residence resting at Rebekah’s feet while she cooked.
“I'd rather not have men ogling me all night, thank you.” She said with a laugh as she shook her head. She had done her time working in clubs in New York, before answering Amycus’ ad. She was not fond of being manhandled almost every night by drunken idiots. “If someone decided to get fresh you or Kol would tear their hands off and that's just bad business!” She added teasingly.
At the mention of the puppy she looked down at where he was currently sitting on her foot, waiting for the littlest morsel to be dropped. The sad little eyes seemed to work as she ‘accidentally’ dropped a piece of chicken on the ground as she started to put the food on a plate. “While he is quite adorable, he's not the one I'd come to cuddle with” she said as she set a plate in front of the man.
“Oh, have we moved on from casual dinner dates, to you cooking me dinner and to cuddling? Somebody pinch me, I think I’m dreaming,” he said with a wolfish grin as he winked at her, “and you’re right. Kol and I would probably play tug-o-war with the poor fools and they’d end up dead. Not exactly a good business model. You could always come visit me in my office,” he said with a wink.