kiara
later that night.
17:09
¦pass me the spaghetti please.¦
i said as grayson gives me the spaghetti and sits back down on the counter leather stool chair.
he keeps staring at me amazed.
tonight i'm cooking my Italian meal that i use to eat back in the days, when i was a kid.
spaghetti al pesto.
¦stoppp.¦
i said annoyed.
¦not even if they gave me the world i would.¦
i face palmed myself as i turned the spaghetti boiling with the hot water.
i putted two clove of garlic, basil and extra virgin oil.
concluding it with pine nuts, grated picorino and parmesan cheese.
grayson kept staring at me smiling.
i looked up at him as i putted salt.
¦grayson, it's not that hard to cook.¦
i said shaking my head.
¦nah, not that it's you, the way you do it, all slowly and fascinating.¦
¦that's your imagination picturing me like that.¦
i said as i washed my hands with soap as laura appeared from the hall and walked in the kitchen.
grayson returned all serious and cleared his throat.
¦well, i'll be heading home, goodnight mr. and mrs. dolan.¦
she said about to walk out.
i quickly run to her and hug her spontaneously, i close my eyes hugging her thin body.
i pull away as i kissed her cheek full of wrinkles.
we have been really close and all, i've talked to her like i never did with my mother.
she smiles at me warmly.
¦don't call mrs. dolan, laura.¦
i said as i giggled and she giggles with me.
i look over grayson who is now smiling at us as he puts his chin on his palm of his hand.
¦grayson, i want her home safe.|
i said removing my attention from me him fascing laura back again.
¦it's cold outside and a little windy, i don't want her walking out there, call one of your drivers, i'm sure they are still here.¦
i said as i smiled at laura as she had tears running down her cheeks.
i pull her to my chest as she cries silently and kept thanking me repeatedly.
