Arthur & Mary

- Arthur -

Having a girlfriend seems easier when you can cook;

Mary was waiting at the dinner table, writing something on her phone, and even though at first glance there was no pressure, the pressure was very high.

When I bake a cake for my family I toss in it anything I can find, but Mary seems rather different. She doesn't have a sweet tooth, she does not like fruits as much as a normal girl should (e.g. strawberries, cherries, grapes etc. I learned it the hard way) and she can't eat chocolate as long as it doesn't have peanuts in it.

She likes bananas, cinnamon, ice cream and sandwiches; needless to add pizza and pancakes.

She likes a light dessert. Easy-peasy desserts that she can eat after a huge meal.

She does not understand the pressure she's putting on me.

"Why are you gulping?" she asked out of nowhere.

"No reason...no, it's nothing. I'm going back to work."

"You dropped something in it, didn't you?"

"No, I did not."

She stood up from her chair and started walking towards me. I suddenly covered the table so she can't see what is there, and that made her more suspicious. She stopped right in front of me.

"You gulped again. What. Did. You. Do."

"Nothing!"

"Come on! I'm not gonna be mad! Just tell me already!"

"N-no!"

She got mad! She got mad! She got mad!

She raised her hands and put them on my shoulders and I tried to avoid her glare. Just when she forced my head to look straight at her, I closed my eyes. Yet again, that little light from her eyes disappeared, and the brown-green color became just a mixture of evil.

Her lips collided with mine, again and again, and I felt smaller than she was, even though I was supposed to be the taller one. That made me feel embarrassed, so I stopped her and straightened my back, being the tallest again, I put my arms around her and kissed her properly.

"The thing you're preparing is amazing." she said between kissed.

"What thing?"

"The cookies."

"Those are not cookies."

"It doesn't matter."