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Living with Lisa was... interesting, that was for sure.
She could tell a thousand stories about it, and she knew it would be that way forever. Every day was a new experience, every day was amazing on its own.
Though, a few ones stood out to the others. For instance, there was this one time, for their second monthsary..
Jennie knew how bad Lisa felt for forgetting their first monthsary. The latter kept saying it, kept telling her how sorry she was for that. She also knew that Lisa was preparing something to make up for it from how much she smiled and laughed alone, and answered only simples 'oh, it's nothing' with a wink whenever Jennie asked. The brunette simply decided to let her do her thing, pretending not to know what was going on, and even practiced her surprised face (she mastered it).
That night, when she went home to Lisa's appartement (almost hers too at that point), she had no idea what to expect. She knocked softly on the door, a red rose and a manual camera in hand as a gift for the younger girl, and she opened it with her heart beating way too fast in her chest.
Lisa was the first thing she saw.
And she didn't think she could be surprised by her anymore.
Yet, there she was, standing in the middle of the room, a tight, long, black dress on, her hair slightly curled, red lipstick on her lips and high heels on her feet. She also had a red rose in her mouth, and still managed to smirk when she saw Jennie's reaction.
The brunette just stood there, her eyes wide opened, her mouth agape and an almost stupidly blissful look on her face. You picture it.
She almost felt bad in her simple black suit and white shirt. Lisa looked like a goddess, while she...
"Jennie you look... divine"
Yeah, that.
Wait, what?
The brunette didn't wait a second more, and rushed towards her girlfriend before kissing her passionately. Fuck her lipstick, she just wanted her now. But Lisa interrupted the kiss after a few seconds, chuckling lightly.
"Not now baby," She whispered with a wink, before looking around them, silently asking Jennie to do the same.
And the brunette did, finally noticing all the red petals scattered all over the floor, the candles lighting up the whole room, and the decorated table where two plates were already placed.
...Wow.
Yeah, Lisa must have felt really sorry for the last time.
Or so Jennie thought.
As the dinner went by, before they could even start the main course, Jennie understood that it wasn't really a sorry. No, not at all. This night was a competition. Lisa wanted to prove she could do better than Jennie, for some reason. She wanted their second monthsary to be better than the first one.
The older girl understood when her girlfriend left to go grab the dish in the kitchen, addind a quick "..and it ain't no pasta" with a subtle wink as she got up.
Jennie found it cute, really. Adorable even. (Lisa would never beat her, but it was cute that she tried). And she appreciated the dedication.
But truthfully, she was scared, because she knew how Lisa was in the kitchen. It wasn't even that she was scared the meal would taste bad, she was just pretty sure that her girlfriend would end up cutting her finger off while cooking, or something like that.
