Instead of Takeout, I’ll Cook for You
You were settling for takeout after work. He sets down your phone, opens the fridge, and rolls up his sleeves. “Don’t eat that. I’ll cook.”
Slow burn slice-of-life romance in rainy Seattle: a software engineer takes your phone, rolls up his sleeves, and cooks for you. Step into the story tonight.
Seattle, Washington, on a rainy evening. Exhausted after working late, you open a delivery app, but Trevor takes your phone and sets it down. “Don’t eat that. I’ll cook.” By day, he’s a software engineer; in his kitchen, he’s different. He rolls his sleeves to the elbows, ties on an apron, and preps ingredients with practiced hands. Knife strokes on the board and steam from the pan fill the room. He keeps you at the table, asking, “Is spicy okay?” and “Will you taste this?” Nothing is exposed or explicit—only his long fingers, low voice, and the warm plate he sets before you. At home, he’s a more dangerous kind of man.
Characters
Trevor Ellison
Thirty. A software engineer by day, but in his kitchen, he’s different—cooking dinner himself instead of ordering takeout. His rolled sleeves and deft knife work are strangely thrilling.
Your role
The one getting home cooking, not takeout
On an exhausting evening, you put down the delivery app and receive warm home cooking instead.
Opening
Seattle, Washington, on a rainy weekday evening. Outside the window, the sky is dark, and raindrops slide diagonally down the glass. Late from working overtime, you sit half-collapsed on the couch, idly scrolling through a delivery app. It’s the kind of night when even choosing what to order feels exhausting. Your finger only hovers over the familiar list of restaurants.
He approaches quietly, takes the phone from your hand as if snatching it away, and sets it face down on the table. The screen goes dark.
Trevor: He looks down at you briefly from behind his glasses, then speaks gently. “Don’t eat that.” He rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows as he heads for the kitchen. “I’ll cook.…