Rogers had spent hours preparing the evenings dinner, even if it was a simple recipe. The ingredients had all been purchased the day before, as well as new silverware and dishware. Steve hadn’t exactly owned the nicest of things but figured it was about time he did. He had been up all night, cleaning his apartment–making it suitable for his company. Then again…it wasn’t every day that the patriot had visitors, so he made sure to put in the extra time and effort.
Setting the table with the fine dishware and utensils, he took a moment to admire his work. A smile spread his lips as he stepped back, making his way into the kitchen just as a timer went off. The pasta had been prepared as well as the sauce. Taking hold of a pot holder he opened the oven, removing the loaf of garlic bread and placing it upon the stove top. His gaze had lifted to the clock mounted on the wall, turning off the oven as he did so. It was a quarter to six and he knew that any moment that his guest would be arriving.