ᏟᎾᏒᏒuᏢᏆᎬᎠ ᎠᎬᏟᎥsᎥᎾᏁs

ChApTeR - 13

"No, it's not, I barely put any in there." She told him, adding some more. She backed away to grab some black pepper and began pouring. She added a few more other seasonings to it, then finished. "This will make the flavor pop out."

Roman rolled his eyes. "The flavor was already popping out, you most likely fucked it up." He argued but kept stirring regardless.

Zadia scoffed, paying attention to Tino who was using the table to try and stand. "I come from a long line of family who knows how to cook and I'm not talking about cooking like how the Americans cook, I mean real cooking. One thing about me, I know how to throw it down in the kitchen." She pushed some of the things on the counter back and laid the churches against the wall while keeping her balance. When she was ready, she counted to three and lifted herself on top of the counter, sitting down.

"Hate to break it to ya, but you can't cook." He told her.

"Taste it then." She offered.

Roman raised the hot spoon to his lips and gently blew, before chewing the food on it. He felt his taste buds run wild. She did know how to cook... but he wasn't going to tell her that. "It tastes average." He lied, something he didn't do often.

Zadia frowned instantly. "What? No, it doesn't, let me taste it." She commanded, wanting to see if he were right.

Roman stirred again and picked up the spoon and blew. He turned towards Zadia and with his hand under the spoon, directed it towards her mouth. She parted her lips without second-guessing and tasted the food. "You're a damn liar, it tastes good."

"If you say so," Roman mumbled. "It tastes like it's missing something."

"That I can agree with. Did you add some cumin powder or lime?"

"I already added some cumin to it, I forgot the line." He grumbled, walking away from the stove to grab some lime juice from the fridge. He poured a cap fill in and Zadia leaned forward to stir for him. "Come here." She instructed, raising the spoon the same way he had done just seconds ago, and blew on it. She aimed it towards his lips and let him taste. "What do you think?"

Roman rolled his eyes, not able to contain the small smile that sneaked onto his face. "It's good." He whispered, watching Zadia break out into a wide, goofy grin.

"Told you." She gloated. "Cooking is my specialty."

"How come you didn't go to school for it then?"

She pointed a finger at him. "That's a good question." She shrugged, watching him add cheese to the Quesadillas wraps. "Art is my passion, and cooking... well it's... cooking is cooking." She said, not knowing how to answer the question. "I don't know." She admitted. "My parents... they wanted me to attend school... but that's not what I wanted. What I wanted was art, because for the longest it's been my passion and cooking, although I love it, I can't see myself having a career in it."

Roman looked at her, slightly confused. "Why not just do both?"

She chuckled. "Because it's too much work, one would have to come before the other. Besides, I've already chosen art."

"Yet, you don't have a career in either." He stated the obvious. "If I was you... I would've gone to culinary school, used my folks' names to open a restaurant and display my art around the place. Sometimes too much work is required for having the best outcome."

"You sound like my father." She groaned but took what he said to heart. She glanced at Tino to make sure he was okay. "That sounds like a good idea. I may take your advice someday." She placed her hand in her lap. "How come you didn't go to school for... whatever it is that you do?"