Taylorde - Oneshots

Cooking Class

We drive down the streets to the restaurant I'd booked. I was really looking forward to today. I had told Ella so much about singing and song writing but now I was about to introduce her to something else that was equally as fun to me.

"You still haven't told me where we're going!"

"If we ever get there. Your driving is horrific"

Ella slowly sails down the street, going at barely anything.

"Learner!", she says, nodding back to large, red L stuck to the back window.

I rest my elbow against my window and lean into my palm.

"Slow poke, too", I say.

"At least it's not busy"

She spoke too soon. A large truck appears behind us. He honks his horn in frustration.

"Shit", Ella whispers, looking into the mirror.

"Let me take the wheel"

"No, I got it"

The truck beeps a second time.

"Ell, he's gonna run us over!"

"Everything's under control!"

We nearly hit a wall. The truck driver is infuriated at our sad attempts. More honking. I take the wheel, much to Ella's annoyance, and swerve us back into the right lane, speeding up.

"There", I say as we reach our stop.

"Hooray", Ella says, unenthusiastic.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"I was doing fine!"

"Were you?", I ask, sarcastically.

She punches my shoulder. She's about to retort but I kiss her, quickly. Ella sighs and gets out of the car.

"Aw, don't be mad at me!", I say, smiling.

"What are we doing here, anyway?", Ella groans.

"We're taking a cooking class!"

"..What?"

"Yep! Signed us up for a private course a few days ago"

"I'll burn the place down", she jokes.

"Fun, right? Let's go"

We walk into the restaurant and we're immediately greeted by a chef who leads us into the large kitchen.

"Here are your aprons", he says cheerfully, holding them out for us. After we wash our hands he starts to tell us about the class

"Today, well be cooking a starter of vegetarian tacos followed by steak on a bed of wild rice and finishing with chocolate truffles. Any questions?"

"..Are there any mice in this kitchen?", I ask.

"Mice? Mice! We have no such thing here!", the chef laughs, heartily.

"In the last cookery class that I went to, someone had left the door open and a mouse got in. Chaos!", I say.

"I can assure you, we have the best stray cats on patrol outside", he smiles.

We're led up to the work benches and the ingredients are laid out in front of us.

"You two can start mixing the salad while I quickly bake the tacos", the chef says and exits through a little door. There's a whirring noise as machinery is brought to life.

"Cooking. Never was one of my stronger points", Ella sighs. "I'm pretty good at baking, though"

"You can make a cake for Katherine's baby shower next week!", I smile.