22. Romantic Dinner

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Eric preparing a romantic dinner

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Something was different when you opened your apartment that evening and stepped inside. It was oddly quiet and a strange smell was in the air that you couldn't define. Almost all the lights were turned off, only a faint glimmer coming from the kitchen.

„For fucks sake..." You hear Eric swearing while he yanks open the oven door, black smoke coming out. He was too concentrated to notice you.

You looked around the room, there were candles and roses placed everywhere and apparently he had attempted to cook something which brought a bright smile to your face.

„Do you need any help with that?" You ask amused, making him spin around to look at you.

„What...? I didn't hear you coming in."

„I noticed." You walk over and give him a kiss on the cheek, taking the towel out of his hands to get the burned food out.

„I made dinner."

„Well...you tried."

You get one of the sponges thrown in your face for that comment, followed by a sulky look from Eric. You stifle a laugh and look at him.

„Come on don't look at me like that. I'm joking...that was really sweet of you." You take his hand and lead him over to the chair, „Sit down."

„You're the one who was supposed to sit down." He says and rolls his eyes.

„There's always next time...just set an alarm..."

„Y/N!" He growls at you, making you laugh again.

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