Layering Exercise

I found this to be a challenging exercise and am not even sure I did it correctly.  I took a scene from a story I'm writing which just had a dialogue b/w two men and find that it is much richer with the layering, so I'm fairly happy with the results:

After we'd been dating for a few months, one night Hector told me he was bored.  I was in the kitchen making chicken with mole sauce, one of his favorite dishes.  The garlic, onions and chocolate were sizzling in the pan and I turned on the fan so the smoke wouldn't set the alarm off.  I held a glass of chardonnay in one hand and a spatula in the other. 

Hector was on the futon in front of me watching the game, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other.  Any minute, I expected the neighbors to bang on the wall complaining about the noise.  Maybe they were out of town.

"I'm bored," Hector yelled over the TV.  The commercial with the frogs saying, "Bud Light" was on.

"Bored?" I asked, not quite sure if I heard him correctly.

"Yeah, bored!"  he repeated, but louder.  I noticed he didn't turn the volume down.  "I want to do something exciting."

I stopped mixing the mole sauce.  "We can go out if you want - there's this new place in the city that I've wanted to check out."  I suggested this even though I'd spent over an hour yesterday looking up recipes for chicken with mole sauce, had gone to three grocery stores for supplies and had even done a trial run last night with my sister. She had loved it and thought Hector would love it, too.

"Not that.  That's boring," he said.  He turned off the TV so now the only sound in the room was the fan and the sizzling pan, which now sounded louder than ever.  The chocolate sauce was starting to smell like it was burning, so I added a little water.  "I want to do something exciting."  He gave me this look like I should know what he was talking about.  But, I didn't.  Was he talking about bungee jumping?  Sky diving?  Going to Infineon and driving a race car?  Before I could answer the phone rang.  It was my sister.

"Soooo?"  This was her way of saying, "How's it going?"

Hector turned the TV back on at the same volume as before.  I had no choice but to leave the kitchen, dooming the mole sauce to the trash can, and put my finger in my ear in order to hear Maria.  Guess we would be going out after all.

"We haven't eaten yet and actually I don't think we will," I said.  "He says he's bored."

"What?  You think he wants to break up?"  My sister was my relationship counselor.  She's always been a sounding board for me.  I remember when I first questioned my sexuality.  I was a freshman in college and found myself attracted to my male lab partner.  She was also there for me when my parents threw me out.

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"You deserve better, Jorge."

"I don't want to lose him, Maria.  I think I'm in love."

"Hey Jorge!" Hector yelled from the living room.  "When's dinner going to be ready?"

To be continued...