Thomas wiped his brow, sweat pouring down his back as the heat from the stove made his white shirt nearly see-through.
With a flick of the wrist, he expertly maneuvered the spatula around the thin crepe. Flipping it onto its other side and letting it brown evenly.
Turning off the heat, he carefully removed it from the heat. Taking the thin sheet out and laying it on top of a prepared plate.
"Amazing...it's so beautiful."
Next to him, a girl with long flowy black hair drooled slightly. Staring at his body, his shirt hugging his toned and lean muscles. A few strands of his white hair clung to his face, his eyes deeply absorbed into his current actions.
"Thank you! I really struggled at first but to think that my skills have improved enough for you to call it beautiful. I'm truly flattered."
"I wasn't talking about that."
Wiping his face with a towel, he gave her a blank stare. Unsure of what exactly she was trying to say.
"Is it not the crepes then?"
"Ah nevermind."
