It was a hot day. This much I knew of. The sun was beating down on my flesh like molten lava. But yet I still worked. I had to. Unless I wanted my crops to die.
My horse Trent came up behind me and pushed me with his face making me fall over. I giggled and then rolled around and stared up at him.
"Whatdya do you that for?" I asked him. He just simply stared at me. I got up and patted him on the head, and headed for Brass Bar. I was in dire need of some cocktails. I hadn't had a drink in over three years! But that's what you get when you stop working at a bar, and move to a quiet little farm island. Not like I minding being here. I loved it here actually. Even though the Spring and Summer days were bitterly hot and Winter and Fall days, freezing cold, I loved the farming, and the taking care of animals that came with my land.
When I arrived at the Brass Bar it was somewhere around 18:00 and nothing prepared me for what I was about to walk in on. I walked in and up to the counter to see Hayden gone, but Chase yelling at Maya.
"Here you go Chase!" Maya held out what seemed to be a failed dish. Chase looked at it as if it was going to attack him. With more bravery than I had he took a bite out of it and almost dropped dead.
"Ew! Absolutely disgusting! Maya you have such poor cooking skills!" He said trying his hardest not to vomit.
Maya looking close to tears spoke. "But! I did everything like you said to! I promise!" She wiped her eyes.
"Well you probably miss a step...or four. Try again!" And with that he walked off to the back of the bar.
I walked up to the crying Maya.
"Hey hey, its okay...I'll help you cook." Maya looked at me weirdly. Now I didn't like Maya much myself. What with her moe maid outfit, and blond pigtails, but I hated it when someone was trying their hardest and just got put down for it.
"You know how to make Naporitan Spaghetti?" She spat at me. I ignored her rudeness and nodded.
"Its a very simple dish to make. All you need is, Wheat flour, Olive Oil, Tomato, Egg, and a little bit of salt." I could feel Chase looking at us. I don't know what he was thinking, but I bet it was somewhere along the lines of, If I the best cook on the island, can't get Maya to cook right, then there's no way this noob here can! I bet she can't even cook. Or something like that. I giggled a little at my over reactive imagination.
I showed Maya step by step how to make the dish. In turn I made one and she made one. Mine came out perfectly as it had a hundred times I've made it, and hers came out...well. It was Maya...what do you expect.
She looked at her black and brown dish and started sobbing.
"I'm useless!" she cried and ran out off to the corner of the bar. I simply sighed and set my dish down on the counter. Chase came up to me and looked at my prepared food.
"May I try that?" He asked. I nodded and handed him the food. He took a small bite of it. Then his eyes lit up.
"Wow! This is really good. Where did you learn to make something so good?"
I smiled a bit. "Well my twin brother Yuki and I lost our parents at a very young age, so we grew up basically taking care of each other. We lived in a small shack in a huge city. He did the cleaning and I did the cooking. Since we never did get a lot of high quality ingredients I can basically made anything out of nothing. But I've never been to confident with my cooking skills." I laughed uncomfortably and rubbed my hand on the back of my neck.
"No one wants to hear your sob stories!" Maya said to me obviously getting jealous over the fact that I made a better dish than her.
"Maya! That is rude. Can't you ever do anything right?" Maya looking shocked then turned a dark red.
"Well excuse me! I guess I can't!" She folded her hands across her chest.
Chase turned back to me and asked, "Whats your opinion on food and cooking?"
I already knew the answer to this one.
"I love it! I love that how you have just maybe three simple plain ingredients and they make something so beautiful and takes as good as it looks. I love experiments with new foods, and making new recipes. Never knowing how something will taste just because you put the same ingredients in is what makes cooking so much fun!"
He looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Thats excatly how I feel."
I had to look away out of awkwardness and embarrassment. His lavender eyes were intense. Maya obviously getting jealous took Chase's hand and started complaining like a three year old.
"Come on teacher! You've gotta help me cook." Chase looked annoyed.
"Maya I'm having a conversation!"
"No no its fine, Its getting late, I better get home anyway." And with that I waved goodbye to the to the couple and headed home.