... If you're so funny Then why are you on your own tonight? And if you're so clever Then why are you on your own tonight? If you're so very entertaining Then why are you on your own tonight? If you're so very good looking Why do you sleep alone tonight?
The smiths - I know it's over
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Carmens apartment was much smaller than hers, but she found herself tucked into the corner of his kitchen with a leather worn notebook wide open, they worked in silence her on one side of the kitchen him on another.
She bent down to set the knob on his oven a higher temperature he immediately snapped up from his spot on the cutting board turning it off. "Shit, sorry," he opened the door managing to save his jeans from suffering a sad ending, she would've laughed if she wasn't so exhausted. "Ok so I've done crème brûlée with a raspberry compote but uh it's missing something." She shoved the small tray full of her ramequins into the oven. "Classics is what I'm going for; stuff that's known with a modern twist." He just listens nodding along as she rambles about recipes, throwing around terms he didn't understand but would learn just for her. Carmy was a fool in love.
"You listening?" He rolled his shoulders and nodded looking away to turn back towards the chopping board. "I want to do like a pan fried duck breast with a sauce using the scrapings from the pan." She watched him move with a fluidity that she'd never cared to analyse, she looks away humming in agreement. They danced around topics never quite finishing one conversation before hopping to another.
"So tell me about the ivory..." he trailed off as he trimmed some fat off the duck breast. "What about it." She played with a stray piece of paper tearing it into pieces as she avoided his gaze. "Anything."
"Well the owner...this guy named Jacque he...he took me in when I was fresh from school with like fifty bucks in my pocket and I washed dishes and baked pastries for like seven months." She scratches the space between her eyes and suddenly the kitchen had shrunk. "And I slept on sugars couch and I didn't eat enough or sleep enough because I just wanted to be good and he saw it- he saw me come in early and be the last to leave." The knife slices through the duck and he turns to look at her, nostalgia fills her eyes as she thinks back to the time, Carmy can't help but think she wears the emotion so well.
"It's like I blinked and I was running this long line of people who wanted me to give them answers, make sure everything was alright and then I moved into my own place and started making money so I worked harder and harder until my body didn't want- and you know that's usually a sign for you to stop rest and just breath..." he put the knife down the silence between them maddening. "But I didn't I just lost my mind, and I could try and blame it on Mikey but I was off the rails a long time ago, I was unpleasant and mean to the staff. But my work was art it was fucking beautiful." He sees a tear slide down her cheek and she looks down at her shoes. "And every time I slept I'd wake up sick I had this thing in my stomach or my heart I couldn't tell which but it burned and it felt like an open wound and I was falling apart...then Mikey died, the one person besides you who I felt understood me just..." she trailed off in quiet sob and held her mouth
