Post by account_disabled on Dec 23, 2023 22:42:32 GMT -5
The table was set for one person. A new tablecloth, with beautiful motifs designed in warm colors and the napkin of the same set. Silver cutlery, porcelain plates and crystal glasses. A good vintage red. Even a candle, in the center, which shed a soft light in the semi-dark room. The host had arranged everything with extreme care. He had planned that dinner in every detail. Around six o'clock he began to set the table. Then he turned on the oven and prepared an appetizer and a side salad.
From the kitchen he had brought the heavy wooden cutting board and on it he had left a large knife, which he had dedicated himself to that morning, sharpening the blade well. So he sat, waiting. He was absentmindedly leafing through a recipe book when the doorbell rang. The man looked at his Special Data watch. It was seven o'clock sharp. Yes, he would have time to cook and have dinner at the appointed time. He got up and went to open the door. The young man he welcomed at the door was just over twenty years old, with a few extra kilos on his robust body. They smiled and shook hands. The guest made him sit in the room, where the set table seemed to be waiting for his guest.
The guest took off his jacket, which he threw on the sofa, while his guest went to check the temperature of the oven. When he returned to the room, he found the other man looking at the recipe book. “Interesting,” he said. «There are several recipes that I have never tried». The other smiled. «This evening I'll try a really special one!» "Well!" the man replied. Then he pointed to the set table. “But you're not eating?” he asked perplexed, looking at the table set for just one person. “Oh, yes,” the guest replied, smiling and approaching the table. "Of course I'll eat." Then he took the large knife he had sharpened from the cutting board and approached the other one.
From the kitchen he had brought the heavy wooden cutting board and on it he had left a large knife, which he had dedicated himself to that morning, sharpening the blade well. So he sat, waiting. He was absentmindedly leafing through a recipe book when the doorbell rang. The man looked at his Special Data watch. It was seven o'clock sharp. Yes, he would have time to cook and have dinner at the appointed time. He got up and went to open the door. The young man he welcomed at the door was just over twenty years old, with a few extra kilos on his robust body. They smiled and shook hands. The guest made him sit in the room, where the set table seemed to be waiting for his guest.
The guest took off his jacket, which he threw on the sofa, while his guest went to check the temperature of the oven. When he returned to the room, he found the other man looking at the recipe book. “Interesting,” he said. «There are several recipes that I have never tried». The other smiled. «This evening I'll try a really special one!» "Well!" the man replied. Then he pointed to the set table. “But you're not eating?” he asked perplexed, looking at the table set for just one person. “Oh, yes,” the guest replied, smiling and approaching the table. "Of course I'll eat." Then he took the large knife he had sharpened from the cutting board and approached the other one.
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