Being Bratty

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira

"Do you want me to make us dinner?" Bobby entered my office again as I worked. After we had had our lunch then enjoyed the garden for a bit, I got a call which forced me back to the office. 

I was exhausted but I had no choice. If I did not get it done I could lose a lot of money very quickly and that was the last thing on my mind. 

"Are you going to make me feetloaf?" I raised my eyebrow which made him laugh loudly, making me both suspicious and incredibly nervous. 

"I promise I won't," he grinned, "just normal dinner this time I promise."

"What are you going to make?"

"I saw a recipe on YouTube that I want to try so probably that. I think is was cabbage pancakes. Looked delicious," he ran the tip of his index finger and thumb over his moustache from the middle to the outer edges. 

I nodded and gave him a smile, "I'll be done in thirty minutes then I can help."