The smell of beef curry hit their noses like a childhood memory. Bo stood by the stove, mixing the pot of curry like a seasoned chef, his wrists slightly tensing after each stir, a bit of sweat gleaning on his forehead and dry tears from earlier onion chopping he didn't wipe just wearing it like makeup. The girls just watched with fascination at his focus.
Bobbi sat on the counter stool and watched his every mood as if it were Hell's Kitchen."So you cook, build furniture, dress like a rich grandpa, and live in a penthouse I'd see on Succession?" She stated, a bit of annoyance audible. "Are you trying to make us fall any harder,"
"Oh–please Bobbi, you fell for him the moment he brought Red home safe and sound and didn't get intimidated by you embedding him in his passenger side of his own vehicle," Jane replied, through a mouthful of dried fruit.
"You just opened my pantry without asking?" Bo raised his brow at her blatant theft.
"Bo, you invited me over...you expect me not to make myself comfortable?"
"I recall trying to leave, and you 3 got in my car like I'm a friendly cab driver."
"You're way better than any cab drivers, you're car comes with gummies and a car fragrance that doesn't remind me of my dad." She quipped.
"Of course you have daddy issues." Bobbi jabbed, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
"Ouch. That was a good one, Bobbi. " Jane chuckled.
"My daddy issues are like your high school tattoos, never faded and a blur of an image." Jane retorted.
The two stared at each other for a whole minute...and burst into laughter simultaneously. Bo just shook his head at the display. "You guys can have your dark banter anywhere elsewhere besides my kitchen. I don't want the food to taste like sass and trauma." He joked.
"That's an average meal for us, Bo~🖤." Jane teased.
"Pfft–yeah right." He snorted as he glanced over, "Jane, I've seen you struggle to flip an egg. You definitely survive on chips and takeout. "
"Hey! My diet has blessed my body with curves, Bo. Curves sharper than Bobbi's eyelashes. "
Bobbi gave her a side eye, "Shut it." She muttered under her breath.
Their chat continued as Bo resumed cooking, occasionally stopping Jane from stealing meat from the pot and Bobbi bumping her rear to his side out of boredom.
"Bo~I'm hungry. " Faith said drowsily as she sauntered towards them, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"Did you enjoy your nap, Red?" Jane teasingly asked.
"Yeah, his pillows felt like clouds and smelled like sandalwood."
"Bo, you and I after dinner, no questions asked," Jane commanded, her eyes full of determination at any cost.
"Let's eat first before I become a human pillow." He said.
"Good."
"I want his right side."
"You two are hopeless."
The dinner was uneventful as the conversation flowed from high school embarrassment, subway side characters, and faith criticising everyone's playlist.
" Faith, just cause I don't listen to bedroom R&B doesn't mean I don't know how to tango," Jane added over her sipping of wine.
"Tango? How old are you Vamp?" Faith giggled behind her hand.
Bobbi couldn't hide her smile as she took another bite of beef stew and rice. Her gaze on Bo who just fueled Jane and Faith's antics, her heart did a flip. A feeling so foreign as she's been used to familial love.
"Oh– gosh. I think I'm falling for him."