Urban Cowgirl 2.1A

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“Breakfast sounds good,” I tell him with a smile, my stomach roiling as the smell of fried bacon gets to me.

            “You’ve made the right call, Ash.”

            Wasting no time, he turns around and sets a plate and a glass in front of me. A few seconds later and I have an Instagram worthy breakfast laid out in front of me. Surprised, I look up at Ben. “When did you learn to cook like this?” I ask him, not sure if I should take a picture of my breakfast or just devour the whole thing as fast as I can.

            “That’s just breakfast,” he laughs. “But I did learn how to cook for real, in case you’re wondering. Your friend Ben is a chef. Impressive, huh?”

            “Yeah, it is,” I admit, my eyes wandering off to his smile. When did Ben become so goddamn handsome? More than just handsome, he remains as nice and charming as he was when we first met. “And it tastes amazing,” I continue, pushing a stripe of bacon into my mouth.

            “I’ll cook you dinner one of these days.”

            “Is that a promise?”

            “It can be,” he laughs again, taking the seat opposite to mine. “I have to show off somehow, don’t I? And breakfast doesn’t quite cut it.”

            “That sounds promising. I’m a lousy cook, just so you know, so I’m always dying to eat something that doesn’t taste like burnt coal.”

            “Cooking’s an art, Ash. It’s not meant for mere mortals,” he continues, that dashing smile of his never leaving his lips. “But, seriously, I can teach you a few easy dishes. Most stuff isn’t that hard.”

            “I’ll hold you to that,” I tell him, and then sneak a glance at my wristwatch. “Crap, I’m late,” I mutter, realizing that there’s no way I can make it to work on time. Oh, well, what the hell was I going to do at work in the sorry state I’m in today? It’s not like I can focus on anything. Maybe I should just take the day off to mourn my relationship.

Depressing, I know, but I guess it’s part of the process.

            “Are you seriously thinking of going to work today?” He asks me, a note of surprise in his voice. “If I were you I’d take it easy, even if just for today.”

            “That’s not a bad idea. Maybe I should take the day off, yeah.”

            “Then what do you say we go out? I haven’t been in town for ages, and I’ve missed this place. We could take a walk and visit a museum.”

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12 inches might make you sigh.
24 inches may bring you to paradise.
But put 36 inches of man meat on the table?
Get ready to scream.