Invisible String

Chapter 9 -I'm so sorry

"I just reminded him that I know how to handle a pair of scissors."

"You're exaggerating. But I suppose now that you know where I am, you could bring me a bag with my things; I've been using Logan's clothes these past few days, and while I'm grateful, his clothes look vulgarly large on my body," I ask as my gaze shifts to my body. The shirt, which probably looked perfect on Logan, reached down to my knees; it was like a dress.

"Haven't you talked to your parents or brother?"

"Not much, just by text. I can't face them right now without having a panic attack," I confess with regret. "Besides you, Logan is the only person I talk to, and that's because I'm living in his apartment."

"Where is that stud right now?"

"He went to the studio with the band; that's why tonight when he returns, I'll surprise him with dinner. A way to thank him for hosting me; he's been very patient with me."

And it was true; I had spent my days in bed sobbing, and it probably hadn't been pretty to see. I needed to make it up to him somehow, and as my grandmother used to say, food is the fastest way to someone's heart.

"I hope you don't poison him," my friend laughs, I take offense at her comment.

"I'm not a bad cook!"

"GenGen, I love you, you're my best friend..."

"Yeah..."

"You're an incredible singer and songwriter."

"Get to the point!"

"But you're not a good cook; you put too much salt in your food, not even the sea has as much salt as your dishes!"

I narrow my eyes, feeling a mix of indignation and amusement. On one hand, I'm annoyed that she criticizes my cooking skills, but on the other hand, I can't help but smile at her frankness.

"Well, I'm not perfect; I had to have a flaw," I admit playing along a bit. "But I'm sure Logan will appreciate it anyway."

"Sure he will, GenGen. Nobody can resist your charm, even if your dishes are a bit salty."

"I'll go cook right away," I let her know, determined. "I'll save you some for when you come by to drop off some clothes," I joke.

"Please, no," she begs dramatically.

"I'll talk to you later," I begin to say goodbye, noticing that it was already six in the evening, and Logan would be arriving any moment. I wanted to have dinner ready by then.

"Do you know what you can serve for dessert?"

"I'm afraid to ask. Goodbye."

Before I can finish, she starts her comment. "Your big boo..."

"Goodbye, pervert!" I shout into the phone in my hand, not letting her finish, and I throw it away from me on the bed.

With a sigh, I stand up and head to the kitchen, leaving behind Veronica's contagious laughter.

Once I enter the kitchen, inspired by the need to comfort and surprise Logan with a delicious dinner, I head to the spice cabinet and start gathering the necessary ingredients. Despite having moved into the apartment recently, the kitchen was the most decorated room, and it was surprisingly full of products, which surprised me because we had ordered fast food in the past few days. I had assumed he hadn't had time to go shopping yet. I was wrong.

The recipe I had in mind was one I knew by heart, one that my grandmother used to prepare frequently when I was a child: her famous lemon herb chicken. The citrus aroma and fresh herbs had always filled our home with a comforting embrace of nostalgia and warmth. And I needed that right now.