"A bet?" You ask.
"Yeah, want to make one? Unless...you're scared." He says with a smirk.
Knowing that you are pretty competitive from time to time. You agree to do it with no hesitation.
"So, what would we be betting about?" You ask.
"Hmm, how about,"
He starts walking towards you.
"The loser has to do whatever the winner tells them to do."
"Boring-" you say
"For a week." He adds to his sentence.
"Deal." You say with no hesitation.
He smiles. You can tell with his smile what he wants to do when he wins.
You shake hands to close the bet.
"Whoever makes the best dish, wins. It's simple" he says.
"Does it matter what we make?" You ask.
"No, just as long as they look like us."
"Did he just try to make a- " you thought to yourself.
You shake your head and look in the cabinets to see what you had to make.
He laughs knowing you got the terrible joke.
You guys get all you're ingredients ready.
You're making pasta and he's going to bake a cake for desert.
"Ready?" You ask
"Yup." He confirms.
