He was due to arrive in ten minutes. There was thirty minutes left till dinner. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
“That smells amazing,” he said as he entered, rising up to his full height and flaring his nostrils to inhale as much of the sautéed garlic smell as possible.
“I know,” she thought.
“I’m sorry,” she said with feigned embarrassment, “I’m running a little behind on my cooking.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind hanging out in the kitchen.”
In the kitchen, dinner was on the stove. It crackled and sizzled and was a riot of reds, greens, and yellows.