Love in the Lab

Light Of Defense

Alia woke up to an empty bed and her heart skipped a beat. She sat up with a start, gazing at the clock beside the bed. 10:23 am! She had slept in late!

Panic set in as she rushed to the bathroom, calling out Kylian's name. But there was no answer.

She quickly threw on a robe and rushed downstairs, her heart racing with every step. Where was he?

As she entered the kitchen, she was met with a sight that made her jaw drop. Flour covered every surface, vegetables were scattered all over the countertops, and smoke filled the air.

"Kylian, what in the world...?!" she exclaimed, rushing to turn off the gas burner.

Kylian emerged from the cloud of smoke, a sheepish grin on his face, his apron covered in flour.

"I was trying to cook breakfast for you," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Alia's eyes widened in horror. "Breakfast?! This looks like a war zone!"

Kylian chuckled. "I may have gotten a bit carried away."

Alia couldn't help but laugh at the sight before her. "Carried away? You've destroyed the kitchen!"

Kylian shrugged, his grin still plastered on his face. "Hey, at least I tried."

Alia shook her head, laughing. "You're such a disaster in the kitchen."

Kylian pretended to be offended. "Hey, I'll have you know, I'm a great cook!"

Alia raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then why is the kitchen on fire?"

Kylian looked around, realizing the state of the kitchen. "Oh... um... I was going for a... uh... smoky flavor?"

Alia burst out laughing. "Smoky flavor? You've created a smoky disaster!"

Kylian joined in, laughing. "Okay, okay, maybe I need a bit more practice."

As they laughed together, Alia realized that this was what she loved about Kylian - his silly, romantic gestures, even if they didn't always go as planned. Here's the continuation:

Alia laughed, shaking her head. "Out! Get out of my kitchen! You're banned from cooking until further notice!"

Kylian pretended to be offended, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I surrender! But only if you promise to help me clean up this... um... smoky flavor."

Alia rolled her eyes, playfully pushing him towards the door. "No way! You made this mess, you clean it up. I'll go take a shower and try to forget the trauma you've inflicted on my kitchen."

Kylian grinned, backing away with his hands up. "Okay, okay, I'll clean up. But only if you promise to reward me with a kiss when I'm done."

Alia smiled slyly. "Maybe. If you can manage to clean up this disaster without making it worse."

Kylian nodded, determination in his eyes. "I'll do it. I'll make it sparkle like new."

As Alia headed upstairs to shower, she couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Kylian, covered in flour and looking like a defeated chef. She knew she loved him, mess and all.

Meanwhile, Kylian gazed around the kitchen, taking a deep breath. He was determined to clean up the mess and prove to Alia that he wasn't a complete disaster in the kitchen.

Mrs. Lorena looked up from her desk, her eyes calm and composed as her husband, Mr. Jeremiah, stormed into her office.

"Where have you taken my son?" he demanded, his voice thundering with anger.