A Recipe for Romance DUA LIPA ( Short Story)

Chapter 7: Cooking Lessons

Chapter 7: Cooking Lessons

The next stop on the tour was New York City, a whirlwind of lights and energy that mirrored the excitement building between Y/N and Dua. After a successful few days in Chicago, both felt rejuvenated and eager for new culinary adventures. The city offered endless inspiration, and Y/N was ready to dive in.

As they settled into their hotel, Y/N set up her temporary kitchen in the suite, surrounded by fresh produce from a local market Dua had insisted they visit. “I can’t wait to see what you whip up today!” Dua exclaimed, bustling around the room, her excitement infectious.

Y/N smiled, preparing her ingredients. “I thought we could do something fun—maybe a cooking lesson? You could learn how to make a few dishes!”

“Count me in! I need to impress my friends,” Dua laughed, leaning against the counter, watching Y/N with keen interest. “What are we making?”

“Let’s start with a classic—spaghetti aglio e olio. It’s simple but delicious. Plus, you can’t go wrong with garlic and olive oil,” Y/N explained, pulling out the ingredients. “And for dessert, we’ll make some chocolate-covered strawberries. They’re easy and perfect for a sweet treat.”

Dua nodded, eyes wide with anticipation. “I’m ready! What do I do first?”

“First, you need to help me with the garlic,” Y/N said, handing her a clove. “We’ll need to mince this up. It’s the star of the dish, so don’t hold back on it!”

Dua took the clove with a determined expression, and Y/N watched as she struggled slightly with the knife. “Okay, let’s do this together. I’ll show you the technique,” Y/N said, moving closer to guide her hand.

Dua chuckled, “Who knew cooking would be this intense? I feel like I’m in a cooking competition!”

“It’s all about practice. You’ll get the hang of it,” Y/N assured her, stepping back to let Dua try again. With a few more attempts, Dua’s confidence grew, and soon the garlic was perfectly minced.

“See? You’re a natural!” Y/N encouraged, tossing the garlic into a pan with olive oil, the sizzling sound instantly filling the room with a mouthwatering aroma.

Dua leaned closer, inhaling the scent. “This smells amazing! I could get used to this.”

“Just wait until we add the pasta. It’s going to be a flavor explosion,” Y/N replied, her heart fluttering at the sight of Dua so engaged and happy. “Now, while that’s cooking, let’s start on the strawberries.”

As Y/N set up the chocolate for melting, Dua watched with wide eyes. “So, how do you get them to look so perfect?”

Y/N chuckled, “It’s all about the technique. You’ll want to dip them carefully, let them cool for a moment, and then we can drizzle some more chocolate on top for decoration.”

Dua nodded, already reaching for a strawberry. “I’m ready to get chocolate all over my hands!”

“Just be careful not to eat them all before we finish,” Y/N teased, handing her the bowl of melted chocolate.

As they dipped the strawberries, their laughter filled the kitchen. Dua was in her element, playfully trying to see how many strawberries she could dip in one go without dropping any. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at her antics.

“Okay, Chef Dua, let’s see how many you can manage!” Y/N challenged, setting the timer on her phone.

“Challenge accepted!” Dua said, focusing intently as she balanced strawberries on the edge of the bowl.