Stood up on a date Colette decides to take the couple's cooking class she had planned alone. When a sweet twist of fate partners her with single Bucky, just looking to learn what he likes and doesn't like after seventy years of being a slave to war.
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The cold breeze nipped at Colette's nose and blew her dark hair into her face as she walked down the busy New York street. Pulling her wool jacket tightly around herself, she made her way to the large brick building. A black sign with white writing told her she was in the right spot. The Brooklyn Kitchen was supposed to be one of the best cooking schools in the city, and it was an experience that Colette had always wanted to try.
She had been seeing Kyle for a few weeks and the two had originally bonded over their love of food. Kyle wasn't exactly the normal type of guy that she would set herself up with, but that was what had intrigued her the most. She was stepping out of her comfort zone and still found things to bond with him over. He was sweet and not as pushy as she was used to from other guys. After their first date, Colette had mentioned doing this class and when he seemed just as excited as she was about it, it was booked.
A swarm of butterflies danced in her stomach as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and leaned herself against the brick wall as she waited. Looking down at her phone, she huffed out a sigh. 2:56 pm. No text messages or missed phone calls.
"He's probably inside..." Colette mumbled to herself, as she spun and gripped the black metal door handle with her gloved hand and shuffled herself inside.
She pulled off her gloves and shoved them into her coat pockets before shedding it off her shoulders and placing it on one of the only empty hooks that still lined the wall. There were 6 counters that littered the brick room, and at each stood two people, except for one where a tall, muscular man stood by himself.
Her eyes traced his thick arms where a red Henley clung to his muscles, up to his long dark hair that was tucked under a black baseball hat. She caught a glimpse of his ocean blue eyes as they flickered to her over his shoulder.
But no sign of Kyle, as the clock hit 3 pm and the class was about to begin.
"Fuck this," Colette muttered to herself and walked further into the room. She paused by the counter at the back, unsure where to go now.
She glanced around, noting the only empty workstation, and made her way over. Ingredients were piled up in a wicker basket, and next to it a Brooklyn Kitchen branded apron and a set of polished knives.
Colette quickly stored her things, surveying the room as she did. Most of the couples were set up already but the lone man was standing looking a little lost, his apron hung around his neck but was not tied and he was eyeing the knives cautiously. He must have sensed her eyes on him because the next moment he was looking right at her.
"Looks daunting doesn't it?" She chuckled nervously, hoping he didn't think she was rude for staring.
He offered a shy smile, his cheeks dusting pink as he glanced down at the knives in front of him.
"A little, yeah," he chuckled. "Never really done anything like this before."
She offered him a big, warm smile that made him smile in return. He was cute, bright blue eyes, high cheekbones, and soft stubble dusting his chin. His long hair fell loose, some strands falling in his face from the base of his hat that he quickly tucked behind his ear. The longer she stared at him, the more she was kind of grateful that Kyle wasn't coming.
