“What? Shane… did you hear your tummy, just then? You need to eat or you’ll pass out soon… and you passing out again…. I so do not need that…” She said, cracking eggs in the bowl.

I laughed when she said ‘tummy’, I’ve never heard other people say that before… other than a five year old.

“Why don’t we just… order something…” I said with my hands in my pocket.

“Too late… this will only take a second…. Do you like mushrooms?” She asked me and I just nod again.

She made me a big fat omelet with mushrooms, cheese and spinach in it. I didn’t know we had all that stuff in the fridge. She asked me to sit and poured me a cup of orange juice. She sat in front of me waiting for me to dig in. I’ve already have fork and knife in my hands. She crossed her arms and looked at me.

“Aren’t you going to have some?” I asked.

“You need it more than I do…” She shrugged. I got up and got her a plate and a set of knife and fork and also a cup. I cut my omelet in half and put one half on her plate. She looked at me, surprised.

“Now, we both can eat…” I said, sitting down again and poured her a cup of orange juice.

I finished my omelet less than five minutes, yeah… I guess I was that hungry. She’s till finishing hers and I have the advantage to look at her again.

“That was good…” I smiled. Jesus, my actions was sickening me.

“It was just an omelet Shane…” She said coolly. “You can easily make it…” She said.

“Uhh… I doubt it… I’ve never touched a pan or a spatula… in my whole entire life…” I confessed, taking another sip of the orange juice.

“Are you serious??… Don’t tell me you have your own chef or something, back in New York…” She said, again surprised at my answer.

Should I tell her that I actually do? That there is actually a chef living in my place in New York. “Uhh… No, I just eat out a lot…” I lied a white lie. She nodded at me and placed her ser of knife and fork on her plate.