Brent parks his car in a parking garage. He gets out, grab his bag and closes the door. After locking the doors, Brent exits the garage, entering a building. After spending some time with Lisa nearly a month ago, Brent decided to attend college. He heads into a classroom, sitting in a desk. Brent removes his laptop from the bag, placing it on his desk. Plugs the charger and opens the laptop. After booting the laptop, a few classmates walk in, taking their seats. Brent goes to Microsoft Word, preparing to take notes. He removes a textbook from his bag and lays it next to his laptop. The textbook is used but pretty new. The title on the front cover says, "Guide to Cooking."
While waiting for the professor to arrive, he feels vibration from his right pocket. Brent reaches for his cellphone. Turns out, it's a text from Lisa.
"Hey handsome, how are you doing?" She asks.
He smiles and texts back.
"I'm doing good, class is about to start. Miss you."
Brent holds the phone, waiting for a response. Text pops up.
"I miss you too. What class are you taking?" Lisa asks.
"I'm taking a cooking class. I'm thinking about majoring in culinary arts. Because I'm moving out soon, I figured I could develop some skills on cooking." Brent replied.
Brent gets a blushing emoji and a response.
"That's good. Working your way on being independent. Maybe you can cook for me soon when I visit your place in the future." Lisa said.
He chuckles and texts.
"That would be lovely. I better get going, class is about to start." Brent said.
Lisa sends a kissing emoji and texts.
"Talk to you later. Text me when you're done, I want to talk to you about something." Lisa said.
Brent silences his phone and places it in his right pocket. Professor walks in and Brent starts taking notes. An hour and a half later, class ends. Brent saves his notes and closes his laptop. He packs up and leaves. After parking in front of the house, Brent grabs his bag and exits the car. He locks the doors and enters the front door. After locking the front door, Brent heads up to his room. He sits in his desk, plugging his laptop. His room is nearly empty. There are boxes labeled, stacked and ready to go.
Brent takes out his phone and texts Lisa, saying that he's home and ready to talk. He gets a call, and the ID says, "Lisa". Brent answers.
"Hello." He speaks.
"Hey handsome, how's class?" Lisa asks.
"It was good Lisa, how are you?" Brent asks.
"I'm doing good. I bet you'd wish I was your teacher. I can help you with your food assignments." said Lisa.
Brent blushes.
"That would be lovely Lisa. You said you wanted to talk to me about something. What's up?" He asks.
"I'm attending a festival this weekend. I'm selling some of my goodies there. Would you like to join me?" said Lisa.
"I was thinking about making a pie from scratch and bringing it to the festival." Brent speaks.
Lisa smiles and chuckles.
"You should do that. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get paid for the sale of your pie. Time to work on those cooking skills." said Lisa.
"I'll be there then. I better get to work. See you then." Brent speaks.
"Better be there handsome, I'm looking forward to sample your pie." She replied.
They say goodbye to each other and hangs up. Brent starts looking for recipes on pies. He looks up the ingredients and heads out the door. An hour later, Brent returns with ingredients and heads to the kitchen. He pulls out some measuring cups, mixing bowls, few tinfoil baking pans and a mixer. He preheats the over before working on the batter and pours them in the baking pans. After the oven preheats, he puts in one pan and closes. Thirty minutes later, Brent removes the pan, places it on the counter and puts another pan in the oven. He focuses on the pie on the counter while the other bakes, making sure he didn't miss any steps.
Brent wraps one pie and places it in the fridge as he waits for the other to finish baking. Forty-eight minutes later, He removes another pan and places it on the counter to let it cool. Brent turns off the oven, cleans up the kitchen and places the pan in the fridge with the other pie. After putting away the mixing bowls and measuring cups, Brent takes a shower and heads to his room.
Saturday morning arrives and Brent wakes up. He puts on light grey dress pants, light collared shirt, dark dress shoes and sprays some cologne. He checks the time and notices that it's nearly noon. Brent checks the weather app, and it says that it's sunny and the temperature is in the mid-70s. He checks his phone and gets a text from Lisa, saying to meet her at the festival at 1:30pm. Brent replies, telling her that he'll be there and puts his phone away. He heads into the kitchen, removing the pies from the fridge. Brent gently places the pies in containers and in a plastic bag and heads to the car. He puts the pies on the floor in front of the passenger seat, making sure that they remain still. Brent closes his door and starts the car. He drives forward and heads for the highway.
Forty-five minutes later, Brent pulls into a parking lot of the festival. After parking his car, Brent grabs the pies and leaves the car. After locking the doors, Brent leaves the lot, entering the festival. He browses around for about ten minutes, seeing a few bands play, checking out some good food, looking at antiques. Brent sees Lisa standing behind a table, filled with a few goodies. Lisa sees him and smiles. He puts down his pies on the table gently and gives her a hug. She's wearing light blue jeans, dark heeled boots and a light shirt. Her brown hair is tied.
"Thank you for coming. I'm so glad you're here." Lisa said.
"I'm happy to see you. I got you something." Brent said.
He pulls out a pie and places it on the table. Lisa opens the container and gasps. It's cherry pie.
"This looks good Brent. You did an amazing job at it." Lisa said.
Brent smiles. "Thanks. I figure this pie would sell like hot cakes."
Lisa places the cherry pie on the table, making sure it's displayed properly. She raises an eyebrow as she sees the other pie.
"What kind of pie you got there?" Lisa asks.
"I thought I could make one for you and I." Brent replied.
He pulls the pie out of the bag and opens the container. She gasps in excitement.
"I love banana cream pie! Thanks! I'll store this aside, so no one buys it." Lisa said.
She places the banana cream pie back into the container and stores it nearby. We both stand behind the table. Few hours later, Lisa's table is almost empty. The only goodies left on the table are the cherry pie and a box of cookies. A couple walks by and sees the pie. They purchase the pie and Lisa gives them a business card. As they walk away, Lisa and I sit in our chairs. She lets out a sigh. Brent takes her hand and gives it a kiss.
