Griffla creative writing workshop – Displaced

Here’s today’s Griffla assignment

The red high heels were resting on the middle rack of the oven. He knew she didn’t cook, but those heels sizzled.
He had been looking for a tea kettle. He stored his pots and pans in the oven. He assumed she did as well.
He kept looking for the tea kettle and when she walked into the kitchen he pretended he no longer wanted any tea.
Did he want coffee, instead? She asked. He thought about it. Sure, he replied. It was 9 p.m. He really didn’t want coffee. He also did not see a coffeemaker on the counter. Maybe she had instant coffee. Maybe it didn’t matter, because she walked right up and kissed him, standing on her tiptoes.