Delicioso

As I walked out of the office, I smell exquisite cuisine. The food smells so good. I wonder if Juanita is trying new recipes again.

As I approach the kitchen, I begin,

"Juanita that smells delicious what is ...." I pause when I see who is in the kitchen. It's not Juanita, hell it's not even my staff. It is Nicholas. He turns around and he is smiling at me.

"I am no Juanita but thank you for the compliment. This is my mother's Fajita recipe. I hope you like beef," wow this man couldn't get any better.

"Well, I most definitely love meat. It smells delicious." I start limping to the table then suddenly I feel his hands on my lower back. He is very stealthy. I barely heard him move.

"Let me," he holds most of my weight and helps me to the table. "There," he says as he puts me in the chair.

"Your grandma is probably an amazing cook. That smells so good my tummy is grumbling for some." I say then sat and he returned to the stove.