Dove
I watched Bucky as he sharpened the blade of his knife with expert skill before he perfectly gutted and cleaned the fish he had caught. Don't get me wrong I had caught a fish too, it was just a baby and also not exactly edible.
But at the end of the day I had caught one therefore I could proudly pat myself on my back. I offered to make a salad and well eggs since I was an expert at that now but Bucky insisted I sit and relax.
He wanted to spoil me today and cook me an elegant meal. Therefore I sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen island with another mocktail in my hand. I was quickly becoming obsessed with these as I sipped away enjoying the cherry syrup in my mouth. My favorite part of Bucky's yacht was definitely his bartender.
He made drinks that looked like rainbows without any alcohol whatsoever. I wanted to know the magic behind. I had been drinking one after the other and was pretty sure I was already filled to the brim due to the amount of liquid I had had.
