Romeo is girl

"What the fuck is this?" I asked Romeo as I groped the supposed "cheese lasagna". It stank like feet and dripped on the side like soup. Romeo was radiant with her creation though, ignorant of my disgusted comment.

"Is a chef's piece of art. I don't expect you to understand." She said with a lifted chin. Her short hair shone against the too-bright light of her kitchen as she took the plate and threw the food in the trash.

"I thought it was art." I said as she desposed the food, my eyebrows rising.