𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈

𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

I hear the door unlock and he soon opens. He told me not to dress too nicely but he looks very nice. Too good actually. I can't seem to look away.

And I smirk proudly when I see him looking at me, his lips slightly agape as a smile creeps onto them. "Look at you, you look nice, did you dress yourself?"

I see him snap out of it and smile, moving to the side to let me in. "Surprise, but I actually did."

Who knew that when he wasn't wearing skinny jeans, he actually had good style?

"All me, and no skinny jeans. You see? I'm not addicted." he says, leading me to his living room joint with his kitchen as I laugh.

"Improvement." I say and he smirks at me.

"All for you, bonita." he winks at me as I roll my eyes playfully but secretly really like the nickname, it makes my stomach flip and flop around.

"Pedri, you've outdone yourself. What's that smell?" I ask, placing my handbag on the sofa and walking to him in the kitchen. I stand behind the opposite side of the island, looking at him as he takes plates out.

"It's pasta." he says and I can hear the smile even though he's turned around. "The guy in the store said it was tagliatelle, whatever that means. I made it with white wine and like mushrooms and a bunch of other stuff that I don't know."

I laugh. "That's just what shape the pasta resemble or how they're made. Like tagliare means to cut in Italian and when tagliatelle was made it was rolled out and cut into long, thin strips

"Wait," he turns around to me. "the names are just their shapes or how they're made?"

"I mean, yeah, pretty much." I shrug and laugh at his face.

"And to tell me that I've been struggling to understand why they all have different names for years." he says and I laugh again.

"At least now you know. Do you need help?" I ask, walking up to him.

"No, you sit at the island." he says. "I'm very independant, I cooked this all myself and I can now conquer the world."

"Oh, come on, let me help you." I say, smiling at him.

"Sit." he points at the island. I shake my head, smiling at him as he lets out a deep breath. He knows he can't win with me. "Okay, fine, you can get the wine glasses. You remember where they are?"

"Yeah." I smile, walking to the cabinet where he has all his glasses and wine glasses as well. I lean up, taking two out but I swear I almost drop them when he once again does that thing. As he tries to pass behind me to get the plates, he puts his hands on my waist, keeping me in place and his front brushes ever so slightly against my back. I swear I have to take a deep breath to control my breathing.

I take out the two glasses, placing them onto the counter. "What now?" I ask, turning around as I smile at him.

"Now, you sit." he smiles back at me.