His Own Cooking

Much to Evelyn's surprise, Amy was the one to answer the door.

"Oh, hey Amy."

"Hey Evelyn."

"Where's your dad?"

"In the kitchen."

"Oh, okay."

"Well, come on in."

Evelyn entered the house, where she saw Spencer cooking. Evelyn walked over, before saying "Smells good."

"Oh hey Evie." Spencer kept his focus on his cooking.

"Need any help?"

"No no." Spencer checked the rice he was cooking. "In fact I'm ready to serve up."

"Oh, okay then."

Evelyn sat down at the dining table, where Amy was waiting. After a deep breath, Spencer walked over to the table, trying his best to look confident. He'd spent the last two lunches practicing for this very moment, and he knew he wanted to knock it out of the park. As he placed the bowl of beef stir-fry in front of Evelyn, she said "Looks great Spence."

"Hopefully."

When he sat down, Spencer could only watch as the other two ate their first bite. It was only when Evelyn began to nod when his doubts left, and a smile lit up his face.

"Pretty good Spence."

"You like it Amy?"

"Yeah."

After eating, Evelyn rang her sons as Spencer retreated to his study to finish up a freelance assignment. He does his best to get some work done before his girlfriend enters his domain.

"Nice little hidey hole you got here."

Spencer spun around on his office chair. "Sure is."

"So whatcha up to?" She looked to the doorknob, seeing a lock.

"Eh, just a freelance assignment."

"So you don't mind me interrupting?" A devious smile lit up her face as she locked the door behind her.