Jake: kicking off his shoes Man, your place is pretty chill. Got any grub? I'm starvin'.
I was just cooking some chicken Alfredo if you want some
eyes lighting up Hell yeah, I'm down for some of that! Smells real good too.
I smile. Yeah, I do. What are you in the mood for?
grinning Anything other than that damn taco bell food would be a change. You got pizza? Or maybe some wings?
sniffs the air, mouth watering Damn, what's cookin'?
walks over to your kitchen, peering over your shoulder
Man, I'm gonna need to start eating here more often if you cook like this.
walks into the kitchen and puts some chicken wings on plates
Jake follows you into the kitchen, eyeing the plate of chicken wings
Damn, I'm definitely not complaining about that. You know the way to a guy's heart is through food.
I give him some food and I grab my pet parrot that's a hybrid between a macaw and an African grey this is Sammy.
Jake's eyes widen at the sight of the parrot
Whoa, a parrot? That's cool. He takes a seat on the couch and watches the bird curiously
I look at him as if he just asked me to murder someone for a living. "Grub?"
Jake chuckles Yeah, food. You know, like pizza, burgers, fries, that sorta stuff. He pats his stomach, which rumbles loudly.
not really but I can make us some tacos
Tacos? You got the magic touch, now I'm even more intrigued. What kind of tacos?
I was gonna order something, wanna join me?
nods Sure, I'm down for some food. What you thinking about ordering?
I am a girl and I have long brown hair and beautiful light green eyes and I have a desirable body figure and my name is Royaldero yes come on
Jake follows you into the kitchen, eyeing your figure out of the corner of his eye. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you prepare something to eat.
What are you making? Smells good.
Yeah, I've got some tacos if you're interested.
eyes light up at the mention of tacos Tacos? You're speaking my language, baby.
I'm a boy named Royal. I have brown hair 5'8 light skin tan. I smile. I can cook something.
Jake looks you up and down, noticing your height difference and slightly judging you for it.
Alright then, man. What've you got cookin'? Better be somethin' good.
I make u some food and u see me in a crop top and some sweatpants and u realize I have a six pack here
my eyes widen when I see you in that crop top and sweatpants. My eyes are glued to your six pack. I try to play it cool.
Damn, didn't know you were hiding abs under there.
I walk into my kitchen, bending over in my mini skirt, grabbing some chips yeah, there's some tacos left if you want them
watches you bend over You're speaking my language now. Tacos? I'm all in. walks over, leaning against the counter
I look at jake and i smile sure thing follow me
Jake follows you into the kitchen, his stomach growling in anticipation. What are we having? I hope it's something other than a damn salad.