Jack got home about five o’clock PM and decided he would start dinner so Rose would have a hot dinner to come home to. He thought that fish would do nicely.
Jack had grown up ice fishing, so he knew how to cook fish. He used a couple of seasonings and had made rice for them as well. He made a pitcher of sweet tea and set the table.
At about six o’clock PM, Rose walked in the door. She looked tired, but as beautiful as always.
"Good evening, my love. How was your first day of work at the café?"
"It went very well. I was a bit slower than the other waitresses, but I do believe I'm starting to catch on a bit. I also got some tips as well."
Jack went over to Rose and picked her up, swinging her around.
"Oh, Rose…that's wonderful news! I knew you could do anything. I bet the customers loved you."
Rose giggled with delight.
When Jack let go of her, she looked at the dining table. She suddenly had tears in her eyes.
"Rose, what's wrong?"
"Oh, Jack, it's just that it's so beautiful and so sweet of you to make dinner!"
"I thought you deserved a nice hot dinner after working so hard today."
She hugged Jack tightly.
They ate their dinner by candlelight and had some sweet tea.
After dinner, they sat together on the love seat, discussing their day.
"It's wonderful that you're doing so well with your drawing in Central Park, Jack."
"I've just been lucky. That's all."
"Nonsense. Your work is amazing."
"My dream is to one day own an art museum where I can show all of my work and the artwork of others, especially those who don't really get to be in art museums because of their status in society."
"Oh, Jack, that's a wonderful idea!"
The rest of their evening went on, just talking about their day and their dreams. They hadn't known everything about each other because they had only just met on the Titanic, but the more they knew about each other, the more they were falling in love with each other.
As the night wore on, it was time for them to go to sleep. Rose had another work day ahead of her, so she would need to get up early, and Jack would, of course, go to Central Park to draw.