<div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Powder Blue Undies<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceci, Andi, Delilah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Breakfast<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Definitely Delilah's daughter, Jake thought to himself.<br/><br/>The right and proper thing to do was to try and dispel any false notion that Cecilia and her friend might have had of him.  He should have stopped and profusely denied everything that she was subtly accusing him of, perhaps even going so far as to go up and bring Delilah down to tell the truth.<br/><br/>But Jake saw no harm in playing along just a little bit.  He wouldn't really be lying, he thought.  Not when worded just the right way.  Besides, he didn't think Delilah could be too upset with him.<br/><br/>“Well...  I'm not the sort of man who likes to kiss and tell...  But your mom and I like to<em>cook</em>.  Quite a bit.” Jake began.  He moved around the kitchen with ease, a familiarity as he went into the refrigerator and pantry like someone who had not been some new person in the house, bumbling about in search of things.  He seemed like a man who knew exactly where things were.<br/><br/>“Part of the reason why I didn't want to wake her up.  If she was down here, we'd be cooking all day long.”<br/><br/>He began to crack some eggs, adding them to the frying pan.  “I'm a boudoir photographer and student.  Your mom lets me stay over sometimes for my work.  And to cook sometimes.” He couldn't help but to let a grin come across his face.  “I can try to get you my medical records if you want to know more.”