I push open the door, and I come face to face with a bedroom. It looks like it’s hers. The bed is unmade, and there’s a laptop ontop of the bed. I rush to the bathroom and do my business.

I come out, when something catches my eye. A box, under the bed. She clearly didn’t push it all the way in.

I know better than to snoop, but if I could just peek through, maybe that would give me a glimpse of who she is. I mean, I deserve to know the person who’s just made love to me, right?

“Dinner is ready!” She yells from downstairs.

I ditch my thoughts and walk to her. I find her serving Mac and Cheese.

“No way you cooked this that fast.” I laugh

“Fast cooker.” She taps her chest then points to her oven

I smile at her. I take one forkful to my mouth, and the cheese melts in my tongue, while all the flavors mix together, forcing a moan out of my mouth.

“That good?” She laughs

“Are you a chef?”

“Yes. I own a restaurant.” She smiles.

“What is its name? I’d love to dine there.” I swallow.

“Enough about work.” She eats her own food.

“I just want you to know, I don’t do this.” I say

“Do what? Eat?” She shrugs

“No silly. Let a stranger take me home. You’re the first.” I confess, blushing.

“Guess I’m the chosen one, huh?” She laughs

“Maybe.”

“Was that your first time having sex?” She asks me.

“I don’t know.” I reply.