gabe’s crappy apartment, magnolia promenade 9:48am
gabe finally went to the grocery story and decided to “impress” claire with his basic cooking skills.
gabe: ok. the last time you were here, i couldn’t make breakfast bc i had nothing in my fridge. this time, i went to the supermarket, got all the ingredients for french toast.
claire: oh wow…this is a lot. um, did you over cook?
gabe: uh, yeah, um, i’m used to cooking for mitzi…she kinda eats…a lot.
claire: yeah, she really put away those tacos the other night. i’ve never seen someone so uncomfortable but so hungry at the same time. (uncomfortable laugh) alright, hand me the butter!
gabe: ah..butter (looks behind him) um, i used it all up making this…
claire: oh that’s fine. pass the syrup.
gabe: (nervous) syrup…
claire: you didn’t buy syrup, did you?
gabe: (exhales) i did not.
claire: (sheepishly) powdered sugar?
gabe: literally the only things i bought were the things to make the french toast and that’s it….
claire: well i don’t want to waste food. let’s wrap this up—
gabe gives her a strained look
claire: uhh let’s cover these with…other plates and put these in the microwave.
gabe: i mean, we can eat it dry?
gabe grabs a piece of his master work, takes a bite and winces. he quickly spits into a paper towel.
gabe: uh, scratch that. wanna order in?
claire: already dialing….
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