Challenging 5 || Ollie Lynch

Heart shaped pizzas

*Ollie's pov*

"We can start with the pizza making."
She gasps turning to me. "You remembered?"
Around a month ago, she kept on saying she wanted to bake heart shaped pizzas whilst listening to music for a date idea. "Of course I remembered."
"Ahhh!" She runs into the kitchen and views all the ingredients set out on the table. "But let's change before hand."
"Give me a pair then."
"Here." and without another word she skips off to change.

"So if we get the flour to mix."
"Smile." I interrupt.
"Huh?" I took a picture of her on my ditgal camera.
"Hey! At least tell me first so I can pose."
"Okay. Smile." I flash it again.
"Ollie!"
"You better start posing because... smile!"
This time she actually did start posing. I was about to take another one until I dipped my hand into the bowl and dumped flour all over her and her apron.
"Oliver Lynch!" She gasps. "You are so dead."
It was my turn to start running when she started chasing me with flour. "No please!"
"Get here!"
"No!"
I start running in circles around the island with her not far behind.
"Remember when I said I'm tactical."
"You said mischievous."
She smirks and before my brain and muscles connect allowing me to run, she was up on the counter and pouring flour on my head. "See."
"You win, you always win, Carter."
"Mwah." She blows me a kiss and hops down.
"Your smile is so big." I grin admiring the camera work. I set up a multishot to play whilst we were battling to get in some shot pictures. "It's so beautiful, Am."
"And you're pulling your cute goofy grin." She smiles up at me. "Oh look, it's there again." She laughs pulling at my cheek.

"Toppings? And please don't say pineapple." I warn her.
"Of course not."
"Phew."
"Olives."
"That's not any better!"
"Yes it is! Olives and pepperoni."
"What will I do with you."
"Hmmm." She smirks.
"Olives and pepperoni for you then." I pretend to gag. "And chicken and sweetcorn for me."
"How is that any better?"
"Have you even tried it?" I shake my head tutting.
We place the toppings on each of our pizzas and do a little dance to the music playing. 'Super rich kids' was on by Frank Ocean and it was just so good. "Who knew you were so good at dancing?" I pull her in.
"Me. I knew I was so good at dancing." She sighs. I laugh, shaking my head at her statement.
"'Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends.'" She danced singing the lyrics. "You're a super rich kid." She then said turning to me.
"One can talk."
"Let me change the music."

"The pizzas actually look so good." Ami said voicing my opinions.
"Exactly what I was thinking." I peer at them next to her. "Let's eat now then."
"Yes. come on, I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry."
"Yes I am."
Setting the heart shaped pizzas on the plates, I step back viewing our hard work.
"Ooo this is so aesthetic, imma take a picture." Ami starts looking around. "Where's my phone though?"
"You mean this phone?" I smugly hold it up.
"Of course you have it."
"What would you do without me, Am?"
"I don't know. Maybe not looking for my phone which you so happen to have."