“I actually did shave them off once,” Genesis said. “Wasn’t my best decision.”
“The goth phase?” Angela asked.
“Yeah, unfortunately,” Genesis replied. “Hey, if you ever gain time travelling abilities, can you go back and tell sixteen-year-old me to cut that shit out?”
“Not a chance,” Angela said. “I’d take pictures. I could use them as leverage. Threaten to post them on Facebook if you ever step out of line.”
“Now that’s the Angela I fell in love with,” Genesis said.
She kissed Angela on the cheek. A few minutes later, Cole came out of the kitchen carrying three plates and laid them out on the table. Angela stared down at a thick cut of steak topped with herbs and vegetables.
“I’m working on a new glaze,” Cole said. “I haven’t quite perfected the flavor but I’d love to hear your thoughts.”
Vivian cut off a slice of meat and popped it into her mouth.
“Oh, it’s delicious,” she said.
Genesis tried some and muttered, “Wow.”
Angela took a bite of her steak. As the juices hit her tongue, her mind was filled with ingredients and proportions, temperatures and times. She could practically taste all the work that went into the recipe.
“Have you tried adding a pinch of cumin?” she asked.
“You know, I was considering it,” he replied, “but I was worried it’d be too overpowering.”
“It won’t be,” she said. “You should give it a shot.”
“I’ll do that,” he said. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” she said.
“Well then, I’ll leave you to your meal,” he said. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
He headed back into the kitchen.
“That was really impressive, Angela,” Vivian said.
“I only told him what he already knew,” she said. “He just hadn’t realized it yet.”
“Sometimes that’s all people need,” Vivian said.