Author’s note: This is the second part of the story where they are now having dinner as the both of them are eating the home made dish they had cooked while she taught him to cook a home made dish they made at their kitchen island bar table which is located at the edge of the kitchen as an entrance to the kitchen and it is inches away from the fridge to have a small gap for the fridge to run carefully.
Credits of images goes to Dallas Wings for the image on Allisha Gray and the University of Hawaii; UH Athletics Department plus UH Men's Volleyball Team and Spectrum Sports Hawaii as well as UH Volleyball Fan and YouTube for the amazing image of Chaz Galloway.
Disclaimer: This is only a work of a fiction therefore there is no need to take it seriously as if this happens in real life and none of the images are mine.
After we did the preparing on the dish followed by the process cooking and the washing on the pots, the pans and putting back the ingredients away; we decided to eat it at the island table where the both of us are now sitting next to each other on the high bar stools that we did bought at Home Goods and we didn't say anything until he finally speaks up to me on "Paula, are you feeling okay?" He ask while he taking a small piece of the salmon that he already sawed earlier.
"Huh? What? Oh sorry, I am feeling truly okay; Chaz, except you know when you ask me that question--I am feeling truthfully very tired as if I am using all of my energy up today and more recently in the last few days."
"Oh," He replied; looking confused and worried at the same time.
"Sorry, I felt as if I am being so busy with all of the classes; the work plus all of the surfing and swimming are wearing me out too as well." I replied while taking a spoonful of the Penne Pasta we did cook and it just feels delicious in the mouth that not only the sauce melts in your mouth while the pasta does feel soft--not too hard or too soft; it is just wonderful that I teach Chaz about how to cook the pasta as well as cooking the salmon fillet as well.
"Oh that's okay; anyway: I want to let you know that when I am thinking about our relationship--I am not feeling truly too sure about how is our relationship is especially when you are asking me the question about how our relationship is yet the question are we going too fast in our relationship--I probably think the answer is depends on the timeline of our relationship; I'd think when we first met in San Diego when you are walking on the beach; all alone yet your relationship with your ex turns out to be a sad heart break and he promises that the both of you are going to therapy separately; additionally the relationship between you and your dad is very demolished plus what's scarier is you have to move from an apartment in Santa Monica to San Diego yet all of the sudden; you have to face a lot of/ heavy amount of/ an intense amount of a painful; awful and serious consequences that you shouldn't be taking it very lightly and already; this is something you need to worry about: Paula." He said as he remembers when we first met for the very first time.
(*Author's note: For those who wants to read the 'First encounter post' on how did the two of them met each other for the very first time; the link is here: https://realpaulaleah4everwrites05.blogspot.com/2020/02/first-encounter-chaz-galloway-and.html)
"Oh," I replied; remembering the first encounter when we first met each other while Chaz told me that during my younger days; he thought I look more like my mum during my younger days however by the time when I got older; he told me I look more like a feminine version of my dad.
"Yes, I did remember the first time we met each other; do you remember when I first given you a bouquet of flowers for the very first time when Jose had found an apartment where you can live yet having really good neighbors despite all of the financial issues you have to go through and yet the apartment he found just for you is very pricey for a solo female traveller during your time in San Diego."
"Chaz!" I protested when he mentioned about the part where the apartment I bought back in San Diego (I told Jose I have to settle with my dad on the apartment and luckily he truly understands since he knows that my [Fictional] dad is working at the law department therefore this is where they decided to talk about handing the apartment to a person who not only knows my dad very well truthfully and yet; he/ she/ they could definitely buy the apartment on behalf of Jose additionally he could tell the buyers actually there is a mysterious young girl whom I have met while she is looking for an apartment back in Santa Monica when she moved to California with her (What now to be) an ex-boyfriend who used to study at the University of Hawaii except now he ended up transferring to UCLA and now he is a professional volleyball player playing overseas.) plus to understand the apartment I bought is truthfully costly yet; I am wondering why the heck I would move to somewhere like California plus I would have definitely invest all of my time in the University of Hawaii of having a major in either creative writing {Author's note: I don't know if the University of Hawaii does creative writing as either a minor or a major however I decided to put it in there anyway.} or having to go for a major in either the business department or better yet; the graphic design arts department.
Either way, I would have invested my time into the University of Hawaii on having a major at there instead of following my ex-boyfriend to Los Angeles on what used to be an opportunity for a new journey but instead; I ended up got nothing in reality and yet; all I did was nothing but to follow him to LA for nothing.
Plus unfortunately, I felt as if there are more opportunities for my ex-boyfriend while for me; it feels more like a dead end in my very own career and in my very own life sadly.
After that; I learned a very painful lesson on having a relationship--when he/ she is (Or when they are) going to get a transfer--just don't simply push your luck truthfully by pushing both your very own luck and expectations as well as hoping many of the doors of opportunities is going to open for you based on what are the opportunities you are exactly aiming for in your life since you may never know when any of the doors will be open to you additionally we may never know if life and the universe did open the many different doors of opportunity just for you when you are going to somewhere new.
Plus already my experience in California was more of a heart-breaking opportunity ever since I am hoping I can get luck on my side to start up my very own art business however instead--I ended up getting nothing sadly.
"Sorry, I am just only saying it out loud plus you're not going to simply think that when you are going to somewhere new for a gap year or definitely to experience brand new opportunities when you are planning to go somewhere where it does feels new for a solo/ lone female traveller especially when their native language is a very different language just as when you imagine yourself going to France yet you really don't know their native language and you are wondering how am I going speak in French when I have no idea how to speak in French." Said Chaz, sounding truthfully apologetic and worried about how I would do when I am traveling abroad to somewhere new and different.
"Yeah, or not knowing what are the rules and regulations you have to follow in each and every different countries to be honest." I replied softly while shoving more penne into my mouth.
"Exactly; you can't expect all of the places are the same as the places you have been before to be honest; Paula." He nodded while he takes a mouthful of pasta.
"Mm-hm." I replied to him while sawing my grilled salmon fillet for another small piece.
While we both ended up eating quietly on both the grilled salmon as well as the cooked penne pasta; Chaz pipes up: "I got to admit; the food we made is so yummy and delicious here to be honest."
"Yeah; me too--I agree; I felt as if my cooking had been improved a lot lately."
"I know; but I wouldn't say it is a simple overnight type of change; Paula. I would say it is more of a long practices of hours, days; weeks and even months as well as years; sweetheart."
"How do you know?"
"You know how is like for me to play volleyball?"
"No, but I do remember you did mentioned about how you used to play club volleyball during . . . I don't know; our first date?"
"Yes, I did recall about the part where I mention I did play club volleyball however when it comes to our first date I don't remember when we have our first date."
When he mentioned the part about not remembering the first date; I look at him with a very surprised look plus trying my best not to truthfully choke up on another spoonful of my penne pasta.
"What? Why are you staring at me like this?"
As I am about swallow a spoonful of penne I did take; I ended up swallowing and coughing too hard.
"Paula, Paula--are you okay?!" Called Chaz as he helped me to soothe the back of my neck and by the time when I manage to spit out the content to the floor; I felt truthfully so embarrassed about how I did choke on the delicious penne I did enjoyed so much yet I work so hard to cook it earlier additionally the grilled salmon is just so equally delicious as well.
"Huh? Yeah (*Cough*) I am doing okay; Chaz--it is just that . . . I choked up on a piece of penne . . . or a salmon; is it?"
"A piece of penne; Paula and if you don't feel like continue eating then don't force yourself to do it, Paula."
"Are you sure; Chaz?"
"Trust me; sometimes when our body tells us something then we need to learn how to listen to our bodies as sometimes our bodies does tell us something."
"Oh,"
"I'm not sure what did our body told us however sometimes it sends us a hidden message to us based on how are we treating our body."
"Oh wow, that's amazing; Chaz. I guess our bodies does tells us something."
"Exactly; and don't worry I'll do the cleaning just for you; Paula."
"You don't have to do this; Chaz." I replied while we both are now clearing up the remaining dishes additionally the both of us ended up doing the chores together on how we need to save the left-overs by placing it into a container; followed by placing it into the fridge and having to wash the dishes--a task we are now doing. (Author's note: I have no complete idea how do you save your leftovers especially when you cook anything like pasta with any different type of pasta sauce for sure!)
After we wash the dishes; Chaz and I--we both ended up having two bowls of cookies and cream ice cream that the both of us enjoyed while we are watching "The Barbie Diaries" together.
