I blinked rapidly and then shaking my head, followed him to the kitchen where he was shuffling around with some groceries and crockeries. He motioned for me to sit down on one of the wooden chairs by the counter.
"What are you doing?" I inquired curiously as he placed a pot filled with water on the stove.
"I thought we were going to have lunch?" Tristan replied, throwing some spaghetti into the water.
"You are going to cook?" I exclaimed incredulously and he looked up at me with a hurtful expression on his face.
"Are you second-guessing my abilities?" He asked contritely. "Ms. Garner, its insulting...really,"
"I am surprised that you can cook," I answered with a shrug. "From what I have seen in movies all artists can do is well do artists thing,"
"I have no idea what ridiculous
