𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐗𝐗𝐕

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

"I just remembered that I don't know how to cook." I said, putting my hand over my mouth.

"What do you mean?" Ferran asked me, kicking the ball to me.

"I'm shit at cooking." I said.

"And you only remember this the day of?" Ferran laughed at me as I passed the ball back.

"I've been thinking of all these recipes and I haven't realised that I'm clueless and can't actually make them." I said and he laughed even harder. "Bro, this isn't funny."

"Can't Fer help you or something?" Ferran asked.

"He's in France right now, remember?" I said and Ferran let out an 'oh'.

"Well, if you want I can help you." he said.

"I wanna make it myself though." I whined.

"You will." he said. "Call me when you're about to start cooking and send me the recipe. I'll help you."

"You're a Godsend." I said and he laughed. "Wait, do I wear a white shirt or a black one?"

"You look good in both, but I say black." he says, passing me the ball and I nod.

"Okay, I'll wear black because the Ferran Torres told me to." I say and he laughs.

The whole training session goes by really quickly and before I even know it, I'm already home going through all the ingredients and making sure I have everything.

Once I know I have everything, I go upstairs quickly to find what I'm gonna wear. Of course I want to look good for her which means no skinny jeans because she hates those and she's probably kill me. So instead, I opt for white jeans, one of the few pairs I own that aren't skinny, and a black shirt as Ferran told me.

I know she loves accessories so I look through what I have and pick a watch with a chain bracelet and a chain necklace as well. I also put on the ring from Fer which I went back for a few days ago. I'm definitely trying to impress her there's not hiding it.

I don't put anything on in case I do something wrong with the food and something explodes or whatever. Who knows?

Let's say I'm not the best cook to exist so I prefer to play it safe. I look at the outfit and raise my eyebrows. Why is it legitimately really good?

I go back downstairs and take my phone to call Ferran.

"You picked a stupid recipe, by the way." is the first thing he says when he picks up.

"Why?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"It's so brief. Like it barely even says what to do. That's okay though, the cook is here." he says.

"Okay, what do I start with?" I ask.

"Sauce so that when it's cooking you can boil the pasta." he says and I nod as I get the ingredients. "Do you have everything?"