As I was preparing breakfast, the cook, in a mischievous mood, playfully pinched my hip. I jumped slightly, surprised by the sudden touch, and then couldn't help but laugh.
"You naughty cook!" I teased, wagging a finger at him with a smile. "What are you up to now?"
He grinned, clearly enjoying my reaction, and then—before I could say anything else—he grabbed a handful of ice cubes from a nearby bowl and tossed them playfully toward my navel. The coolness of the ice hit me, sending a quick shiver through my body.
"Hey! That’s cold!" I laughed, trying to dodge the playful attack.
The cook chuckled, clearly delighted by the harmless prank. "Just keeping you on your toes," he said with a wink. "You never know when the next surprise might come."
I shook my head, still laughing at his antics. "You’re impossible," I said, grabbing a dish towel and playfully flicking it in his direction.
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