He Doesnt Deserve It But He Will Still Be Thankfull - Tumblr Posts

                The    only    reason    he    hasn't    is    because    when    he    was    growing    up,    those    kinds    of    markets    were    too    expensive.    His    parents    were    too    high    to    even    fix    him    and    his    siblings    food,    and    it    was    his    responsibility    at    twelve    years    old    to    take    care    of    his    baby    sister    and    baby    brother.    Now    he    wasn't    a    chef...    most    nights    it    was    frozen    hot    pockets    he    nabbed    from    the    7/11    or    expired    sandwiches    from    the    bodega    down    the    street.    But    he    did    what    he    could.

                Now    that    he's    older    and    has    the    money    for    it,    he    had    someone    else    do    it.    Why    would    he    when    he    could    just    pay    for    it    ??    Sure,    he    does    enjoy    the    finer    things    in    life...    fuck,    when    in    New    York    he    still    goes    to    that    very    same    bodega,    but    the    expensive    French    food    he    had    was    made    in    a    restaurant.    Anything    he    cooked    himself    wasn't    that    fancy,    either.

                Nickolas    exhales    through    his    nose,    seemingly    annoyed    (    he    really    isn't    ).    He    tosses    the    paper    on    the    counter,    fingers    reach    for    his    glass    and    he    finishes    the    rest    of    its    contents    before    he    pushes    himself    away    from    the    island    in    his    kitchen.

                "    Alright,    fine...    "    He    says.    Hands    run    through    his    slightly    disheveled    hair.    "    Gimme    a    minute,    lemme    go    get    dressed.    "

She's already grabbing her purse. "Field trip." Because Nick is..well, he's lovely but then you get to his...let's call it enthusiasm for life and you hit a brick wall.

Has he ever been to the market? Smelled fresh-cut peppers? Has he ever squeezed a fresh baguette to hear the crackle? Didi was not one to enjoy the simple things in life what with her expensive tastes and all, but food was an entirely different story. She's currently vibrating at the thought of making a full meal because she's not in a hotel— oh no, she has access to a FULL kitchen.

"I promise, it'll be a meal you won't forget, hm. Come with me." She stands in the doorway, jacket and purse in hand, bouncing on her toes. "Please."