Peace In The Noise

Unsure

''I don't know about this Marko, do we really need to do this?'' I questioned as we walked up to this little bungalow in the middle of nowhere. ''Well, no but the therapist did say it could be good for us?'' I sighed and looked the door up and down, it was old and the paint looked like it had been scratched off of the wood. The therapist had recommended going to a cooking class or something similar, so here we were. We both thought it was slightly stupid but we were willing to do anything to try and fix our relationship and surely she knows what she's on about right? Me and Marko looked at each other and finally knocked on the door. A woman who must've been in her 50s answered, ''Hello! You must be Eva and Marko!'' She said cheerfully and we both just smiled at her as she lead us into the house and into a room with three other couples who all greeted us with a smile and a wave, which we returned to them. We took our places behind a counter but we were both still unsure.

The woman clapped her hands together and all of us in the room set our attention on her. ''Alright, now that everyone is here we can begin! Today, we will all be making homemade pasta with marinara sauce and you'll each start by making the dough!'' Me and Marko glanced enthusiastically at each other and we began to gather the ingredients. Marko picked up the flour and I cracked the eggs into a bowl. ''I've always wanted to make pasta from scratch.'' Marko said with a big smile on his face and I giggled as I seen he'd managed to get flour all over the counter when he poured it. ''You know, the flour is meant to go in the bowl?'' He stuck his tongue out at me and I smiled. Suddenly, he flicked a bit of flour at me and I smirked. ''You wanna play that game huh?'' I said as I grabbed some from the bowl and blew on it, covering his face and we both laughed. We heard footsteps and the instructor walked by, raising an eyebrow but with a smile of her face she said, ''Having fun you two?'' Marko went bright red and replied sheepishly, ''Uh-yes! Sorry, we'll try and focus now...'' I giggled softly and we resumed making the dough.

I found myself being completely focused this time as I began to enjoy myself. I glanced beside of me at Marko and he was smiling like a goof as he stared at me. ''Can I help you?'' I asked with a smile and he wiped his hands on the towel and tucked a loose bit of hair behind my ear. ''It's just so nice to see you happy again, you're so beautiful when you smile.'' I smiled and began to blush. ''I'm glad we did this Marko.'' I admitted and he nodded in agreement. After a few more minutes of kneading the dough, Marko rolled it and began cutting it into strips. ''Not bad for our first attempt if I do say so myself.'' He said smugly and I giggled. ''It may even be edible.'' I replied and he laughed. We started making the sauce and I cut the tomatos and Marko sorted the garlic. It wasn't long til we all finished and we began cleaning up our stations. The instructor came around us all and checked all was well. Once she gave us the okay, we decided to try some. I have to admit, it wasn't amazing but it definitely wasn't too bad.

We left the house with a tub of pasta, even when making our own we couldn't portion correctly. The air was cool and refreshing as we walked hand in hand to Marko's car. The drive home was silent and peaceful. We soon arrived home and we got out of the car and Marko's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and frowned. ''That's odd...'' I looked at him concerned as I unlocked the door. ''What is it?'' I asked and he took his coat off and stared at his phone. ''It's a message from my manager...'' He paused as we sat down on the sofa. ''He's in Sweden and wants to meet first thing tomorrow, it's urgent.'' I frowned slightly. ''Well, do you think it's bad?'' I asked and he shrugged. ''Probably just something about a new gig or something, nothing to worry about.'' He said with a smile but his voice sounded uneasy. We sat in silence, there was a tension in the air. ''Hey, it'll be okay.'' I said, trying to ease the tension. ''You're right, I'm sure it's nothing.'' He replied and I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. ''Come on, it's getting late, let's go watch a movie in bed or something.'' I said and he nodded and we went upstairs. But something kept bothering me, it felt like things were about to change.

What was in that text message?...