"Where did you ever learn to cook like that?" Remington asked as he wolfed down a second serving of mashed potatoes.

"When you live alone you pick up certain skills here and there." I said with a smile, enjoying the indirect compliment. I had a lot of time to myself, so a lot of time to perfect my cooking and knife throwing skills. 

"I haven't had food this good in forever. My mom will probably set the kitchen on fire if she tried to cook so its a lot of ramen and take out and just things that are easy to make like pasta." He said, that whole sentence alone was the biggest break he took from his food. It actually felt nice to share my cooking with someone for once and not just enjoy it all by my lonesome. 

"This was actually amazing. I should drop you off more often." He said as he brought the dish into the kitchen and did something I didn't expect. He washed it. 

"Wow look at you being a gentleman and washing your own dishes." I said as I came up behind him and leaned on the counter by the sink.

"Hey I might look like a jackass but I was raised proper." He pointed out as he put his dish on the drying rack. "Also we haven't started our English project yet and I would rather do it while the workload is still on the lighter side. Plus, it will give me an excuse to come over and pig out in your kitchen." He smirked down at me. Jesus this guy was tall. I wasn't short either at 5'7 but he was 6'1 which was a pretty significant height difference. He could put his chin on my head without having to bend down or stand up higher. 

"Yeah we should probably start on that" I said, breaking my concentration from his beautiful eyes, and what the hell was I saying, again. 

I led him to my bedroom and crashed on the office chair in the corner. 

"Quite a setup you got here. Now I'm afraid to ask how you make money." He said eyeing my two monitors, light, camera and microphone.

"Oh relax. The double screen setup is easier for video editing and design, the camera mic and light is for video conferences because the light here sucks and the mic I also use for voice overs and reading audio books as a side hustle." I said. Remington still had a questioning look on his face. "I work for an advertising company here. There aren't many designers here and I had a pretty large and impressive portfolio so they hired me as a work from home employee. I stop by the office here and there but I mainly work here." I explained and Remington finally looked like he understood. "Now, why don't we begin with the story planning." I said, turning on my computer. 

"No, they should not fall in love. That is such a cliche. Plus how can hey ever pass through the underworld safely if they are sucking face the entire time." I was now arguing with Remington about the plot of the story. He wanted our two characters to fall in love while on a great adventure through the underworld. While reading the rubric we saw that we could do out own personal spin on a favorite story of ours, so we chose Inferno by Dante. Needless to say that is the only thing we agreed on.

"But the power of their love is what will keep them safe throughout their journey and prevent them from having their souls sucked out by the souls stuck in Greed!" Remington argued back to me, intertwining his hands together to show love. 

"Maybe its their oh so precious love that makes the souls so angry and jealous that they decide to steal their souls. Plus it is only the 4th circle, how can they possibly fall in love that fast." I crossed my arms over my chest. 

"Maybe they were in love the second they saw each other. Like love at first sight." He pointed out. I sighed. 

"Then they probably wouldn't even get past Lust." I said. Remington sighed, defeated. 

"But can they at least kiss or something once they get out of hell." He gave me puppy dog eyes. What is it with this guy and romance, shouldn't it be the opposite?

"Fine. But only because you probably won't leave me alone if I didn't agree to it." He bumped the air with his fist and we went back to planning. There were more disagreements on the way like the fact that my character should be wearing sexy Wonder Woman style clothing. Shot down immediately after I proposed his character wear a crotch cup with a cape and nothing else. I wanted his character to die a tragic death somewhere in the pits of treachery but Remington wanted his happy ending kiss, so we agreed that we will almost have a tragic ending in treachery, but magically survive and that is how our characters fall in love. Ugh, love. 

Before we knew it, it was already nearly midnight, and our story's plot was complete and the characters were planned out. 

"Jesus it's late. I gotta go or my mom will actually murder me. That woman is scary." Remington said, putting on his shoes and jacket. "Thank you for the amazing food again, by the way." He ruffled my hair and then slipped out the door.