Olivia and Harry.
Harry and Olivia.
Olivia is everything you want her to be.
Her skin can be orange, blue, grey.
Her hair can be brown, blonde, green.
Her eyes can be green, black or blue.
It's all up to you. ♡
with love from me to you, every weeken...
"Now you have to put this egg in the black bowl and whisk it quickly with a fork.", Jamie handed the spatula to Harry.
"Alright. And then?", Jamie looked at him and gave him the salt.
"Put not more than a spoon of salt.", Jamie walked away to turn the oven on. Harry turned to look at me. "Is it enough?", he whispered as soon as he followed Jamie's rule.
I laughed lightly and nodded.
"Good. Now mix it again a bit and we'll have to cut the garlic in thin layers. Olivia could you do that, please?", I happily nodded and walked towards the two men.
"Harry while your girlfriend cuts the garlic, you're going to cut an onion, alright?", Jamie said and patted Harry's shoulder. "Harry you're making the desert and Olivia the sauce for our delicious spaghetti.", we nodded and continued to work, while Jamie started spreading the butter on a grey pan.
"Perfect. Harry add 300g flour to the egg and salt. Olivia take the onion from Harry and add some oil in the pot over there. Wait till it's hot and then add both the garlic and onion, once it's thin enough. Good.", Jamie helped Harry and added some cocoa and milk in the compound, afterwards put all of it in the pan with butter.
I put the onion, the garlic and added a spoon of oil in the pot and started mixing, so that it didn't start burning. The smell was amazing. I added some salt and pepper, then the ready tomato sauce and a half glass of water. I mixed it lightly with a spoon and put the spoon on the kitchen countertop. I tasted it with my finger and hummed.
"I see you did it all alone.", Jamie placed his hands on his hips. I laughed and nodded, the man patted my back.
"I mean there's no Italian that can't make a tomato sauce.", I rolled my eyes playfully and chuckled. Jamie patted Harry's shoulder, an action that made him blush.
"You've got a nice girl.", both, Harry and I blushed. Again. Harry muttered a small 'thank you' and started doing the dishes with Jamie, while I mixed the sauce lightly.
The sauce was almost ready, so I filled another pot with water for it to boil. When it started boiling I added some salt and afterwards threw the delicious spaghetti inside.
"They are ready in ten minutes.", I smiled. "Good. Harry and I did the dessert.", Jamie clapped his hands smiling.
Harry stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. "Harry would you mind mixing the spaghetti?", I asked.
He nodded and grabbed a spoon to mix the almost ready spaghetti. I went towards him, grabbed a fork and took a spaghetti from the pot to try it.
"It's ready.", I looked at Jamie. "Good. Our dessert is ready too."
Jamie took a rag and opened the oven taking the grey pan out. A heavenly smell scented the kitchen. He put it on a table letting it cool, while I emptied the pot from the water and put the spaghetti into the delicious sauce I made.
"It smells amazing.", Harry kissed my neck. "You wanna try?", I asked him, while Jamie took care of the cake. "Yep.", he smiled excitedly.
I took a fork and gave Harry some spaghetti. "If I didn't know you were Italian, then I would've guessed it now.", he moaned and grabbed another fork full of spaghetti, slightly cursing as it was too hot.
"Harry!", I slapped his hand. "We'll eat all together.", I looked at him.
"God, you're such a cute couple. Reminds me of my wife and I. Good old days.", Jamie muttered the last part and turned away. I blushed and I guessed that Harry reacted the same way.
"C'mon let's put all of this food on the table.", Jamie grabbed the yummy looking cake and put it on the table. Harry took the pot with the spaghetti and I took from the kitchen counter three plates and forks.
We all ate and congratulated each other for the delicious lunch everyone helped making.
"Thank you so much for inviting us over, Jamie. We had lots of fun.", I smiled, hugged him and kissed both of his cheeks and he did the same. Harry hugged him too, thanked him for the yummy food and took my hand in his, ready to leave the house and to head in our.
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"You'll have to teach me how to make the sauce you made.", he drove and talked with me. I laughed, shaking my head. "Nah, you'll have to visit me to eat the best pasta in the world." "Well that's a good reason then. Visit your girlfriend to eat a good plate of pasta."
"You wouldn't visit me if I didn't know how to cook pasta?", I placed my hand over the place where my heart was supposed to be, pretending to feel offended and hurt.
"I would on both cases.", he took my hand and kissed the back of it.
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Sorry for the long wait! I had no time to write it properly, because I had a lot to do and went in Italy over the weekend. It's still there so plese enjoy!
