to face the day when the smell of freshly brewed coffee awakened her senses. She could hear Elle rummaging around the kitchen and laughed when she wondered if she was actually attempting to cook something.
When Kate walked into the kitchen, she found Elle fiddling with the electric skillet.
“Need a hand with that?” She tried hiding her amusement, but she didn’t think Elle bought it.
“I can do it. What? Do you think I can’t cook or something?”
Kate walked over and took the cord from Elle’s hand, inserted the correct end into the skillet and plugged it in. “First off, I’ve known you for way too long to think you can’t cook. I know you can’t cook.”
Elle flashed an evil look and squared off her shoulders. “Okay, so cooking is not my strong suit. But I can make a mean margarita and you know it.”
“Now, you’ve got me there. Your skill with making drinks far exceeds mine.” Kate smiled, happily admitting defeat.
“All right, since we both agree that I can’t cook, what are you making us for breakfast?”
“What would you like?” Kate asked, already knowing the response.
“I was thinking your ‘fly-away buttermilk pancakes’ sounded pretty good.” A wide childlike grin spread across her face.
“Would you like berry sauce with that?” Again, Kate asked even though she knew the answer.
“Yes, thank you.” She nodded. “Can I call Sophie?”
“Do you even need to ask? I’m sure she’s on her way here already.” Before either of them made a move, they heard someone at the door. The quick, impatient knocking was all too familiar.
“Coming, Soph!” Elle turned to get the door, and Kate set about preparing their breakfast. She was grabbing the fruit out of the refrigerator when Sophie skipped into the kitchen.
“Are we having your famous pancakes and berry sauce?”
“Of course. Would I make anything less for my two best friends?”
“You know you could make anything and we’d eat it.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Sophie reached around Kate’s waist and gave her a quick hug. “You should, because that’s exactly what it was.”
“Thanks.” Kate smiled.
The three friends talked about their plans for the day while Kate continued getting breakfast ready. Something about being in the kitchen was relaxing for her. She always thought that if she hadn’t studied photography, she would have gone to culinary arts school. Now she got her cooking fix by preparing meals for her friends. They were always more than happy to taste her latest creations, and she enjoyed having someone to cook for.
“What are your plans for today?” Elle asked as she checked the pancakes.
Kate handed her a spatula. “I’m not quite sure yet. I have to drop some photos off for a client in the city, then I’m thinking about taking a run in Fairmount Park. It’s been a while since I’ve run the trails there. After that, I’m free. Why?”
“We want go see that new movie about the girl with all the dresses. Are you in?”
“You know me. I’m a sucker for romantic comedies. What time does it start?” Kate glanced over at Sophie who was sitting at the counter looking through the newspaper.
“They have shows at two-ten, four-twenty, seven-twenty, and nine-thirty. Let’s do an earlier time so we can go out for dinner after.”
“Sounds good to me,” Elle said as she flipped over the last of the pancakes.
“Me too,” Kate agreed as she handed Elle a plate and poured the berry sauce into a bowl.
***
By the time they finished eating breakfast, they’d all decided to separate for the rest of the morning and get their errands done.
Elle and Sophie left, and Kate headed into her room to get ready for her jog. She wasn’t always a runner; in fact, she was the complete opposite. The thought of just running for no apparent reason didn’t really appeal to her. But after her second breakup with Scott, she decided she needed a way to release all of her pent up energy.
When Kate walked into the kitchen, she found Elle fiddling with the electric skillet.
“Need a hand with that?” She tried hiding her amusement, but she didn’t think Elle bought it.
“I can do it. What? Do you think I can’t cook or something?”
Kate walked over and took the cord from Elle’s hand, inserted the correct end into the skillet and plugged it in. “First off, I’ve known you for way too long to think you can’t cook. I know you can’t cook.”
Elle flashed an evil look and squared off her shoulders. “Okay, so cooking is not my strong suit. But I can make a mean margarita and you know it.”
“Now, you’ve got me there. Your skill with making drinks far exceeds mine.” Kate smiled, happily admitting defeat.
“All right, since we both agree that I can’t cook, what are you making us for breakfast?”
“What would you like?” Kate asked, already knowing the response.
“I was thinking your ‘fly-away buttermilk pancakes’ sounded pretty good.” A wide childlike grin spread across her face.
“Would you like berry sauce with that?” Again, Kate asked even though she knew the answer.
“Yes, thank you.” She nodded. “Can I call Sophie?”
“Do you even need to ask? I’m sure she’s on her way here already.” Before either of them made a move, they heard someone at the door. The quick, impatient knocking was all too familiar.
“Coming, Soph!” Elle turned to get the door, and Kate set about preparing their breakfast. She was grabbing the fruit out of the refrigerator when Sophie skipped into the kitchen.
“Are we having your famous pancakes and berry sauce?”
“Of course. Would I make anything less for my two best friends?”
“You know you could make anything and we’d eat it.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Sophie reached around Kate’s waist and gave her a quick hug. “You should, because that’s exactly what it was.”
“Thanks.” Kate smiled.
The three friends talked about their plans for the day while Kate continued getting breakfast ready. Something about being in the kitchen was relaxing for her. She always thought that if she hadn’t studied photography, she would have gone to culinary arts school. Now she got her cooking fix by preparing meals for her friends. They were always more than happy to taste her latest creations, and she enjoyed having someone to cook for.
“What are your plans for today?” Elle asked as she checked the pancakes.
Kate handed her a spatula. “I’m not quite sure yet. I have to drop some photos off for a client in the city, then I’m thinking about taking a run in Fairmount Park. It’s been a while since I’ve run the trails there. After that, I’m free. Why?”
“We want go see that new movie about the girl with all the dresses. Are you in?”
“You know me. I’m a sucker for romantic comedies. What time does it start?” Kate glanced over at Sophie who was sitting at the counter looking through the newspaper.
“They have shows at two-ten, four-twenty, seven-twenty, and nine-thirty. Let’s do an earlier time so we can go out for dinner after.”
“Sounds good to me,” Elle said as she flipped over the last of the pancakes.
“Me too,” Kate agreed as she handed Elle a plate and poured the berry sauce into a bowl.
***
By the time they finished eating breakfast, they’d all decided to separate for the rest of the morning and get their errands done.
Elle and Sophie left, and Kate headed into her room to get ready for her jog. She wasn’t always a runner; in fact, she was the complete opposite. The thought of just running for no apparent reason didn’t really appeal to her. But after her second breakup with Scott, she decided she needed a way to release all of her pent up energy.
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