The Kiss

A short scene about a couples first kiss.

Young Man making a dinner for his girlfriend.

Boiling water sounds from the stove. Gentle steam clouds rose over from the pot. Jordan watched the hot water, thinking, “This is only spaghetti. It shouldn’t be this hard.”

Three basic ingredients are all he needed. Yet, he had only helped his grandpa twice. Jordan wanted this meal to be perfect. Stacy is coming over.

Talks to Granddad on the video phone for help to prepare spaghetti.

“Hey, Grandpa.” as the image of an older man with white hair appeared on the screen. “Hey,?” the man replied.

“Grandpa, can you help me?”, sounding embarrassed.

“Sure, what’s up?” The old man adjusted his phone so the camera angle displayed his attention.

Jordan told him about Stacy coming over for dinner and he didn’t feel confident cooking the meal.

Learns the recipe and some adult advice.

“Well, you know any good meal starts from the heart. And it sounds like you have feelings for this girl.” Grandpa talked about adding plenty of salt to the pasta water. “Now, remember, don’t overcook the pasta. It needs to be al dente. It will finish in the scarlet with the meat and sauce. Not unlike a new relationship.” He smiled and winked as Jordan gave a “Stop it,” look to the camera.

The conversation continued: “Add some garlic,” then, “Lower the heat,” and “Stop stirring it so much.”

The door bell rings.

“Thank you, grandpa.” Jordan touched the disconnect button before Grandpa could reply. Thinking, “I will have to apologize for that,” Jordan shrugged his shoulders.

Ends with girl friend enjoying the meal.

Stacy entered the small apartment. The living room slash bedroom slash dining room looked in order and clean. The space wasn’t big, which encased the aroma of toasted garlic bread and tomato sauce.

The two embraced in a funny way. Jordan moved to the girl’s right, gently placing his left hand on her lower back. He waved his right arm. “Welcome to my castle.”

Stacy smiled, thinking the statement corny. The aroma of the food made her stomach growl. They smiled and sat at a tiny table for two.

The duo chatted as friends do. Stacy found the spaghetti a little too al dente. The meet and tomato sauce were right on point. As she finished the last bite of garlic bread. Jordan gathered the used plates, moving them to the sink.

He returned to the table and set down. Stacy could see his eyes smiling and a drop of red sauce on the left side of his mouth. When he sat back down, she used her napkin to wipe the spot.

Gazing into Jordan’s eyes, Stay mused, “This I could get used to.” Lining forward to meet with a kiss.