Violet
The smell of food compelled me to leave the room. I know my way around a little since I've been here a couple of times.
I left like a cartoon character following a visual aroma. I eventually made it to the kitchen to see Kostas in front of the stove making breakfast.
The bar might be low, but men who can cook things other than frozen waffles and cereal are so hot.
"Kaliméra panemorfi" He said knowing damn well I can't understand him. (Good morning beautiful)
"Uh...what?" I should go on duolingo.
"I said good morning." He said looking back at me. "Oh good morning, what are you making?" I asked. "Greek style pancakes, they'll taste similar to the baklava we had at the restaurant." He told me as he flipped one. I noticed some bacon on a plate as well.
"Sit down, this will be ready soon." His kitchen is so nice and I would love to bake in here. It's so spacious and this island he has is literally made for me to decorate cakes on. Actually, his birthday is coming up, January 3rd, and I'm thinking about making his birthday cake.
He placed a plate of food in front of me with some pancakes, bacon and a cup of yogurt with berries and granola on top. Shit, the yogurt is a breakfast in itself.
I thanked him and we began eating. The food was really good. I managed to eat the pancakes and the bacon. I put the rest of my yogurt in the fridge for later. Kostas finished all of his food which was expected. As buff as he is I'm sure his appetite matches.
"You're more than welcome to stay here and make yourself at home. I'll be downstairs for the next hour or two." He told me getting up from his seat. I was going to wash my plate and silverware, but he told me to just rinse them off and put it in the dishwasher because he was running it tonight.
"What's in the basement?" I asked him genuinely curious. What if he's secretly a serial killer and that's where all of his victims are? Uh oh, it's a dungeon isn't it? Or maybe he's not crazy and it's a sex dungeon down there? But wait, why would he be going down there alone?
"A gym." He said simply. A gym? How big is this house? Maybe it's a little at home gym with a treadmill and a weight bench.
"Can I come?" I asked. Now I want to see this so called gym. I hated working out in public, I always felt like people were watching when I knew they weren't. I had a gym membership for one month before canceling it.
"Sure, you're working out?" He asked me while he put his plate in the dishwasher. Um no.
"Maybe another time, I wanna see what else there is to explore in this giant house." I told him. Also, he never gave me a proper tour so maybe today is a good day to ask.
"Well I'm on my way down there now if you want to come see." He told me and once I agreed, he grabbed my hand. We began to walk to the back of the house where there were stairs leading to the basement.
His basement was fully furnished and there were a few doors down here. We kept walking to the end of the hall and there was a door that was already open. I could see all the gym equipment in there. Well this surpassed my expectations. I should really stop underestimating him and his ability to be extra.
"Woah." I said looking at the room. There was definitely a treadmill and weight bench in here. There was also an area for yoga mats and dumbbells. He had an exercise bike and pull up bar.
There was some other stuff in here and I don't even know what it's for. What is that, a leg press?
"Do you want to help with one of my warm ups?" He asked. How am I supposed to help?
"Help you how?" Now I'm intrigued.
"You'll see." He told me and that's how I ended up on his back with my legs crossed as he did sets of push-ups. I honestly should've expected this, but push-ups with the weight of another person on your back is insane. His arms aren't even shaking like mine would be after 2. You can tell he's been training like this for a while because it seems like it comes natural to him. I'm getting tired just watching him.
"Am I not heavy?" I asked in disbelief. This isn't me trying to test him to see if he'll say I'm light as a feather, no, this is me genuinely confused on how he's doing these push-ups with ease, it's awkward weight and I'm 5'7 so I'm not dainty.
"Considering I'm benching up to 400 now and I highly doubt you're anywhere near that weight, no." He said going down again and up again. Push-ups like this were just awkward. Also, he's technically lifting his own weight too, so wouldn't that be his weight and mine combined? Eh, I don't know.
"How long did it take for you to get to that level." I asked him after he finished his last set. Everyone has to start from somewhere. He drunk some water and put a towel around his neck.
"A few years." He told me. Interesting.
"When did you get into lifting weights?" I asked him. He's pretty fit so it's hard to believe he just works out occasionally for fun.
"Throughout my twenties, though, I didn't start doing any heavy lifting until a few years ago. Why, do you want to start lifting?" He asked.
"I have spaghetti arms no thanks, also are you training for the apocalypse or something?" I asked making him laugh.
"I hope you at least have someone spotting you." I told him. I hope he isn't down here lifting weights on his own, that sounds dangerous. He nodded his head. "If I'm lifting, I'm usually with my brother, you don't have to worry." He told me. That's a relief, now I can go back upstairs with a peace of mind.
I left to watch tv in his room, not before giving him a kiss.
A couple hours later, he comes back up in different clothes. It looks like he's showered too. "You've just been watching tv?" He asked me. I nodded. "Yeah, waiting for you to finish so I could ask if you could give me a tour of your home." I said with a smile.
"Of course." He led me out of the room.
I knew this place was big, but I didn't expect half of these rooms to be like this. He had a movie room with a big couch near the projector screen and towards the back were massage chairs.
There was a medium sized room with arcade games in it like pinball machines, Pac-Man, Mario games and more. "Why would you ever leave your house?" I asked him. Being here feels like a hotel stay.
"Well I don't have everything here, these are just some of the classics I decided to include. Trust me, your average arcade has plenty more options." He said looking around the room. "This place is still impressive either way." I told him. He gave a light laugh. "Well I'm glad you liked it."
Next, he took me to a section of the house that had a grand piano in it. It was a cozy little area and I don't know how I haven't seen it yet.
"Do you play or is this for decoration?" I asked him. I've seen so many people buy these expensive grand pianos just to not even know the basics. It's only purpose is to look fancy in their living rooms.
"I play, I grew up getting piano lessons for years and I've retained the skills I've learned along the way, I've actually had a few concerts when I was young." He said. Can he get any more impressive?
"Every time I learn something new about you I am pleasantly surprised." I told him and he smiled. Why is he so handsome? It should be a crime honestly.
He showed me the rest of his house and made me lunch. I should make him dinner sometime. I wonder how he would react to soul food. Maybe he's had it before? Doubt it.
We spent the rest of our time cuddled up in the theater, just enjoying each other's company and the movie that was playing. Soon came the late afternoon when he took me home.
This day went by fast.