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DAY 1: JUNE 4TH (pt. 2)

       

Needing to get out of the apartment for a while, the young lovers decided that tonight's Kollektivet-family dinner would be their treat and headed out. Hand in hand, they made their way down Oslo's sunlit streets. The sun was starting to set, giving the two an orange glow.

"So what have you planned for dinner?"

William asked as they walked into the local supermarket. Noora smiled, but teasingly this time, grabbing a basket for their groceries. He instantly noticed.

"You're scaring me, smiling like the damn Joker. What do you have planned?"

He asked as they made their way inside, stopping by the vegetables. She stopped, turning to face him.

"I have planned that you, William Magnusson, is going to make dinner for us tonight."

"What?" He pushed his famous bangs out of his face.

"Ja ja, don't look so surprised. I know you're capable." She smiled, still wide and proudly, handing him the basket.

"Is this some sort of challenge?" Not persuade by her encouraging words, which kind of seemed more like mocking, he took the basket from her.

"Nei da," she planted both her hands on her shoulders. "But how can I move in with someone without knowing if he can plan and cook a meal?"

William's dark eyebrows moved upwards, displaying his confusion.

"Ja, so you can make sure that dinner is ready and on the table, when a get home after a long day of work."

This did snap William out of his surprised state, letting a chuckle dance off his lips.

"Oh ja? So that is how it's going to be," he grabbed one of her hands with his free one, swinging the basket back and forth with the other, as they started walking. "I'll be your little husmor, whilst you conquer the world?"

Noora noodded, squeezing his hand, "Ass ja."

William stopped them, this time by the fruit, "Okay then, let me show you how capable I am then."

Noora turned to face him, and she could immediately tell, just from the look in his eyes, that he took this as a challenge. Always so competitive.

"You go wait outside, and I'll do my thing in here."

Now it was Noora's turn to raise her eyebrows in utter surprise, "Serr?"

William nodded, more determined than ever, "Ja."

She couldn't help but cross her arms in front of her chest, looking him up and down, trying to figure him out- He looked dead serious and she had to admit that she was kind of impressed, but then again not. Because all this came from the guy that accidentally overcooked hot cocoa.

"Ooookay?" She took a step towards the exit, very slowly, not entirely sure if she should trust him with this or not.

Next thing she knew, he was waving her away with his free hand, looking at her with wide eyes, "Shoo, Noora."

Walking out, she couldn't help but smile and chuckle to herself. She wasn't surprised that he'd taken the challenge, but definitely excited to see the turnout. This could either go really well or go to hell, she thought to herself as she sat down on a bench, soaking in the last few rays of sun. She must've dozed off, because next thing she knew, someone was whistling. Her eyes shot open.

"Done," William said proudly, holding a big bag of groceries.

"Already?"

"It's been 25 minutes, Noora."

She stood up from the bench, stretching her arms, "I apparently needed those 25 minutes."

"Obviously," he smiled, grabbing her hand before pulling her in the direction of Kollektivet.

She turned her head to look at the bag, then him.

"So what are we having for dinner?"

He looked at her, "I'm in charge of dinner, so no need to worry about that. All you need to know is that it's going to be fucking delicious."

"Okay okay, Chef William. I can't wait to taste it."

"I bet you can't. I'm going to blow your mind, Noora Amalie Sætre."

What had she started? He wasn't going to let her intervene in any way, the rest of the evening, and her dinner was at stakes. If he messed this up, dinner was going to be a very complicated matter. Oh, karma was a bitch - indeed.

"Oh, but also," he let go of her hand to rummage trough the plastic bag, before pulling something out and holding it up for Noora to see. "I got Eskild some damn condoms, so we can all be friends again."

"Ah, the key to every strong friendship: condoms."

"Exactly," William laughed.

Only in Kollektivet.

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