He throws away the bags from the groceries and heads to the sink to wash his hands, “Soundsreallyinteresting.”
“I can start it over. I’m only a couple episodes in.”
“That’s alright,” he says, grabbing a pot from one of the cabinets.
“I don’t like your condescending tone,” I argue. “I give you five minutes before you’re completely invested.”
“Sure.” He doesn’t look at me as I press play on the show; instead, he focuses on whatever he’s making.
I didn’t even know Zeke knew how to cook. Aside from the meal on Thanksgiving, he’s only ever brought takeout to my place.
“What are you making?” I tilt my head back toward him but try to keep my eyes on the TV.
“You’ll find out when it’s ready. I wouldn’t want you missing any of your precious show.”
“Whatever.” I sink further into the corner of the couch as I direct my attention back to the show, the faint sounds of chopping occasionally causing me to turn my head to see if I can figure out what he’s cooking for us. “Do you need help?”
“Nope.”
“Alright.”
Her name isBones?” Zeke leans against the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to the TV. “Who names their kid Bones?”
“It’s a nickname that Booth calls her.”
“His name’sBooth?What kind of name is Booth? That’s almost worse than Bones.”
“That’s his last name; his first name is Seeley.”
His nose scrunches up as he turns back into the kitchen, “I see why he goes by Booth.”
“You’re totally into this show.” I pause it and skip into the kitchen. “You were invested the second I pressed play.”
“I was just confused as to what was going on. It wasn’t interest in the show; it was interest in me trying to figure out how they started working together in the first place.”
“We don’t really know that.” I hop onto the kitchen counter. “We just know that they met before the pilot, and now they work together to solve these murders, but there’s all this tension between them.”
“Sexual tension,” he adds. “They’ve totally hooked up.”
“They have not.”
“You said it yourself; we don’t know what happened between them before the pilot.” He takes the lid off the pot and stirs whatever’s inside, the delicious smell engulfing the air.
It’s a familiar smell. A very familiar smell. I just can’t put my finger on it.
“I guess that’s true.”
“And the killer’s totally the doctor guy.” He puts the lid back on the pot.
“And why do you know that?”
“He just rubs me the wrong way. I like the nerdy kid, Zach, though. I just don’t understand how all of these people started working together. Like, did the brown-haired girl go to school to draw dead people? I didn’t even know that was a thing. Are they the same people who draw sketches of criminals, or is that a complete—”
“That’s it, we’re starting the show from the beginning.”
“But you’ve already seen those ones.”
“And you haven’t. Maybe you wouldn’t have all these questions if you started the show from the first episode.”