She'd always see me as a child and not as the man who loved her. She'd always see me as a silly kid and not as a gentleman who would be willing to do anything for her. But I couldn't say it. I couldn't say how I felt in fear in getting rejected. I feel so stupid. Sitting here like a selfish little kid, glaring at every guy that gets near her. Denny is practically terrified of me now because one time at the diner he was talking to her and glared at him like I wanted to kill him. This wouldn't have been too bad if I wasn't eating at the time (I had a knife). And today I am determined to tell her how I feel. I will tell her and won't care if she calls me a kid and laughs in my face….. I am starting to have second thoughts.
"Pierre!" I was jerked out of my mental rant to be greeted by the object of my affections. Chelsea. Her chocolate hair, her ocean-like eyes. And even though she worked on a farm she was still petite and lovely, not to mention a good cook.
"Why are you staring at me like that, Pierre?" Chelsea said with confusion in her voice.
"I…I wasn't staring!" I said quickly.
"Really? Well, I guess it doesn't matter. Oh yeah! I brought something for you, Pierre" she took out miso soup "Luke from the diner taught me how to make it. I need to see if it is up to the famous gormet's standards" she said sarcastically.
I took the bowl from her and tasted it. It tasted great! Even though it was just miso soup it had a unique taste to it. "It's great" I said.
"Really?" she said "I added some ingredients of my own in there".
"What is it?" I asked, eager to know her secret.
"You of all people should know, that like a magician, a chief never reveals their secrets"
"Well…." And I knew I was going to regret what I was going to say next "lets have a bet then"
"What kind of bet?"
"If I get you to fall in love with me within one month you will tell me your secret"
"Fine, but if you don't, you will have to give me your recipe for finest curry. Deal?"
"Okay then. Starting tomorrow, fall 29, the bet will start".