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A few days later, Shubman and Kamari found themselves in her cozy kitchen, ingredients spread out on the countertop as they attempted to make dinner together. Shubman wore an apron Kamari had forced on him, which proudly proclaimed, "Kiss the Chef," complete with a cartoonish lipstick mark on the front.
Kamari smirked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. "Looking good, Chef Shubman. Feeling confident?"
Shubman laughed, dramatically adjusting the apron strings. "Oh, absolutely. I am a natural in the kitchen." He picked up a tomato and twirled it around in his hands with exaggerated expertise.
Kamari snorted, grabbing the tomato out of his hand. "Yeah, right. I saw you struggle just trying to slice an onion."
"Listen," Shubman said, holding up his hands defensively, "the onion was slippery, alright? Those things have a mind of their own!"
She chuckled, patting his arm. "Fine, Chef. How about you take charge of the garlic? I'll handle the rest so we don't burn the kitchen down."
"Garlic? Easy," he replied, grabbing a clove and fumbling around for the garlic press. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to crush the garlic into a bowl, looking absurdly proud of himself. "See? This is practically Michelin-star level."
Kamari rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "I'll be the judge of that. Let's see if you can handle stirring the sauce without turning it into something we can't eat."
He leaned over, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Is that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from a challenge." He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Fine, prove it," Kamari challenged, handing him the spoon.
Shubman took the spoon with a dramatic flair and started stirring the tomato sauce with exaggerated concentration. He looked over at her and winked. "I got this."
Kamari folded her arms, leaning against the counter as she watched him. "Alright, Mr. Confident. Just don't splash it everywhere."
In no time, though, he was enthusiastically stirring, and sure enough, a small splash of tomato sauce flicked out of the pot and onto his cheek. Kamari burst out laughing, pointing at his face. "Oh my god, hold still! You've got sauce everywhere."
