𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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"No, no, no, no!" I whisper, hurrying into my kitchen to stop the burning food in my oven. I wave away the smoke, opening the oven and pulling out my smoking food.
I was trying to make a nice dinner for Rhys, since he's always doing everything for me, and I'm already failing. He'll be here any minute!
"Come on, Naomi. It's just a simple meal!" Looks like I'm not as skilled of a cooker as Rhys.
My smoke detector starts to go off and I groan. "Why is this happening to me?" I jump onto the island, trying to figure out how to turn it off. "Oh, my god, shut up!" I hiss to the stupid object.
My doorbell rings.
Shit. Rhys.
"Uhh, just a minute!" I call, panicking. I manage to turn it off and heave a sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of my face.
"Naomi?" I hear Rhys cough, and I find him walking into the kitchen, waving his hand. "What's with all the smoke?" He walks to my sink window, pushing it open to clear the smoke.
The stupid thing goes off again. "Would you shut up?!" I finally decide to just take the damn thing off, and it stops. "Thank you!"
"Naomi, you're yelling at an inanimate object." I sigh, sitting down on the island.
"I tried to make you dinner." I blow out a breath. "And I failed."
He smiles at me, stepping in between my legs. "It's okay. Not everyone has the amazing skills I do when it comes to cooking." He teases.
I push at his shoulder. "Shut up." I roll my eyes. "I already feel bad for not doing much in this relationship."
"Don't, okay? Just you being here is enough."
"Until it isn't." I retort.
"You're putting effort into keeping this relationship going. You're not just letting me do everything and letting this relationship fail." He replies. "How about this, I'll help you make something out of the food you already have, and then we can watch whatever movies you want while we eat ice-cream."
"You're still planning the date." I state blankly.
"Fine. What do you think we should do?" His hands run up my thighs until they wrap around my waist.
I sigh. "I like your idea better."
He rolls his eyes. "Let's see what all you have." He walks to my pantry, looking through my food, which isn't much. "Alrighty, we are going to make homemade spaghetti."
He walks out of my pantry holding the items we'll need, and I stand up, walking to the other side of the island and sitting down, across from my stove.
"Sorry I don't have much." I wince.
"It's fine. It could be less." He shrugs. He sets the stove up and walks to me, tapping my thigh. "Down." I pout but hop down. He stands behind me as he teaches me how to make the spaghetti, despite not having much supplies.
