Zavien
There was a smokiness to the air, a beautiful sear giving the filet a ruby glaze that had his mouth watering. Seasoning textured the outside, juices pooling where it met the plate. It looked incredible, the undeniable star of the meal (for food anyways). The biscuits looked light and fluffy, a buttery sheen glistening off the top of the decadent bread. He barely glanced at the mashed potatoes or slim cuts of vegetables plated along the side. They didn't compare to the rest of their counterparts.
Swallowing, Zavien nearly took her offer, but the gentleman in him refused. Instead, he gave her a knowing smile. "Together," he countered.
Although reluctant, he released her hand to reach for his fork and knife, sliding through the meat like butter as he cut them each a bite. Only once Soh had a piece on her fork did Zavien indulge in the mouthful, watching her as much as enjoying the first bite. The moment it hit his tongue, it melted into a melody of smokey flavors. They danced and sang through his mouth, stealing his voice and leaving nothing but a low groan of delicious satisfaction that had his body going limp, surrendering to the food.
Swallowing, Zavien nearly took her offer, but the gentleman in him refused. Instead, he gave her a knowing smile. "Together," he countered.
Although reluctant, he released her hand to reach for his fork and knife, sliding through the meat like butter as he cut them each a bite. Only once Soh had a piece on her fork did Zavien indulge in the mouthful, watching her as much as enjoying the first bite. The moment it hit his tongue, it melted into a melody of smokey flavors. They danced and sang through his mouth, stealing his voice and leaving nothing but a low groan of delicious satisfaction that had his body going limp, surrendering to the food.
That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
