Catching Olina Cooking

As you wake up, you get to the restroom in your section, near the pivot between the B and C block of the Faulkner building, where the building takes a 45 degrees angle.

After emptying your bladder, you leave the restroom and smell something delicious, which you can't quite place.

You smell around and it's coming from the B3c kitchen, just a few feet from you, but on the other side of the angle in the building.

Curious, you walk, only in your boxers, toward the source of the smell.

In the kitchen, which is the same look and style as yours, you find on the oven a blonde girl with a large semi-circle pan stir frying vegetables.

You approach and look. She has carrots, celery, onion in the weird pan, and cut potatoes and beef on a cutting board next to it.

She is stirring the vegetables in vegetable oil that is the smell that reached your nostrils.

It reminds you of the time you went to one of your friend's parent's home and his mother was preparing a soup. The smell was so homely and positive.

The girl seems to be humming something, but you can't make out the melody, especially not over the sound of the vegetable cooking and the oil gently sizzling.

She turns to grab a glass of water on the table behind her, and smiles when she sees you.

"Hey, you are cute. Allan right?", she says

"You know me?"

"We spoke, the day you arrived in Faulkner, don't you remember me? Olina?"

You think back, and have zero recollection of her.

"I am sorry, I don't..."

She laughs. "Oh, well, I had longer hair. And I had my hands full. We rode the elevator together, and I showed you to your room. Six? Yeah, six"

It sorts of rings a bell, but it seems that she didn't leave a mark on your memories, like the person who showed you to Faulkner in the first place.

Sometimes, we leave a mark on someone during an encounter, but they don't leave one on you.

"Bah, don't worry about it" she says. "It was my third time arriving at campus but your first.", she extends an hand toward you.

"Let's properly meet again. I am Olina"

"Allan", you reply, shaking her hand.

You look. She is wearing a very sexy two piece pajamas. The bottom is basically a very short pair of shorts, which hold in place only by an elastic band and prayers.

The top is floating on her body, trying to cover what appears to be C cups, with only two flimsy strings over her shoulders to keep it in place.

Picking up something from the floor probably exposes her breasts.

"So you are a Junior?", you ask

"Yep. B3c is a Junior section. What I don't understand is what a freshman is doing in a sophomore one, but I won't complain that you are close to me", she says, smiling

You blush a little.

"So", you ask. "What are you cooking?"

"Oh, a traditional Russian stew recipe from my grandmother, only, I added celery because I like cooked celery. Oddly enough, that's not what she would have resented the most"

"What would it be?"

"That I am cooking it in a wok!" she says, laughing. "She hated the Chinese with the passion of a thousand suns, but I am not in a position to be picky with the cooking instruments. Our section's biggest pan is a wok, so I use a wok."

"Right, a wok. I kept wondering what that pan was called"

"Apparently, it's to you can alternate between high temperature in the middle, and slow cooking on the sides, but I just dump all of my ingredients and make them simmer to seal in the flavor."

"It works?", you ask

"Oh yeah. Cooking is chemistry. Each food has a flavor. When you cook, the flavors mix. If you make a stew or a soup, the flavor gets diluted in the liquid and that reduces the taste. But by cooking it all together with just some oil, I am activating the flavor and sealing it in the ingredients"

"That's why! I always wondered why people seared meat"

"Oh yeah, I'll do the same soon."

"My neighbor says that cooking is chemistry, and I didn't get it quite yet"

"Teagan? That girl is a wizard when it comes to food and chemistry"

"You know her?"

"Oh yeah. Nice and brilliant. Quite annoying though."

That's one way to put it...

"So you next step is to add beef and the potatoes?"

"Oh, no, I will soon pour my broth, put my vegetables, and sit fry my potatoes, and then add the beef"

"I see"

"Hey, if you keep me company, I'll give one of the portions so you can save on your meal plan"

"Really?"

"Well, you look nice, you are cute. I am single, I assume you are?"

"Hum, I am! Wow, you are really forward"

"I am Russian. We believe in taking what we want"

"You are?"

"Well, technically, my parents are. I was born in America, you know?"

"I see"

"They left Russia in 1991, pretty as soon as they could. It was their dream. Ever since they discovered Pepsi", she says

"Pepsi?", you reply

"Oh yeah, Pepsi was the first American company in Russia. Everyone drank it. Well, we made it and bottled it locally, it was a licensing you know?

"I suppose"

"I'll tell you more about it later if you want.", she says, smilling.

"I'd like that"

"You know what I would like one day?", she says

"No?"

"Those cute boxers, lying on my bedroom floor", she says., looking at you.

You blush, you must have blushed because she comments on it.

"Oh look, you are turning the color of the USSR's flag. I am shocked your flagged isn't raised yet", she says, pointing to your crotch.

She laughs

"I am joking. I know my pajama is sexy, it's why I am wearing it, but I won't presume to just give erections to every guy around!", she says, laughing again

"You won't?", wondering if she is suggesting she knows you are into chastity

"For a girl to assume she give erections to every guy is the same level of sexism than guys thinking they can make all girls wet. There are guys who don't like blonde, slim girls, funny girls, white girls, or even girls at alll! And that's fine. I am all in favor for the rainbow of personal tastes. For one, I am glad not every girl on campus want to jump on you, Allan, or I would have competition"

You blush again

"Listen, I'll end up using all of your blood for those cute cheeks of yours. Why don't you go get dressed, I'll keep on cooking, and I'll give you tonight your portion of my stew? Perhaps then we can properly talk without my breasts and my ass stealing all of your attention", she says, winking

"I am not...", you start bumbling.

"You are, staring that is. But it's ok. I enjoy the compliment your eyes are giving me. But I'd like a few honest conversation before I accept to go further with you, Allan. So, non-official date tonight, when you are ready?"

"Sure"

"Good. Just come see me. Either here, or room 12. In my section that is. In yours are two guys", she whispers, as if it was a secret.

"I see"

"Well, you should go Allan. I need concentration for my stew and you are putting dirty thoughts in my mind and breaking my ability to form ideas in my mind", she says

"Oh, see you tonight! I look foward to it", you say

"Me too", she says, smiling and waving your goodbye.

You sort of skip while walking back to you room.

A fun happy going girl who apparently actually into you? How could that be?