Another start.
Another life.
Another journey.
The beginning of another life. Let's see what university brings to one's life. Anticipation? Hardships? Success? What will it be?
Well, let the story begin!
He walked me through the house, while holding my hand which felt weird and pleasant at the same time. The house was seriously big and spacious, so that's what they call a mansion? I've seen them in the movies and a couple of them when I went on a visit in Ottawa, but to be able to see it up close and being inside, is a complete different feel and experience. The entryway was classic, walking further in, there was a bit of modern and classic touch to each room or space that we go to. The living room area seemed modern and all so cozy concurrently. The kitchen... oh the kitchen will inspire you to cook even though you're super bad at it, which is me, I'm not too bad to be honest. It is also an American style kitchen.
I noticed that his house has the same amount of rooms a washrooms as the cottage that we went to earlier this year; six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a half washroom, the kitchen, living room, and visitors room —I guess for people that are not close friends— they also have an entertainment room in the basement, whine and liquor room, the patio in the back with obviously a pool, covered, and four parking garages. I swear I walk four miles already by visiting this estate. I felt really, really poor at that moment.
"You're hungry?" He asks, I frown confused of why he's asking me that, then I hear my stomach growling.
"Well my belly talked before I could."
"Ok, let's cook something." He walked to the kitchen I was on his tail.
"Do you know how to cook?" I ask him as I lean on a rather large kitchen island.
"Ohoh~ You underestimate me." I smirk at him.
"Perhaps!" I mischievously smile at him as I open every cabinet doors by curiosity.
"What do you wanna eat then I'll take the challenge." He sits on of the high stools and looks at me waiting for an answer.
"Fried eggs with bread." I say and his face drops and he crinkles his nose.
"Alright keep playing with me. Do you wanna eat American, European, Asian... Name it!" His face lights up once again.
"Ooh! European!" I jump a little.
"You. Are. So. Damn. Cute" He whisper yells. I kick his foot, "Ok sorry, sorry... So, European but which country?"
"Wait a minute. Did you take cooking classes before?" I narrow my eyes approaching him.
"What- No!" He seems offended even. "I'm just trynna show off my culinary skills that you don't have!"
"Ahh... Ok... I want Italian for tonight, show me what you got." I challenge him.
"Perfect." He stands up then says, "However you're gonna help me too."
"Oh really! Cool!"
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We had the music on the HomePod in the corner, we were dancing, singing, mixing, creating, cooking and baking. This whole experience was fun as hel- Heaven. He looked handsome cooking, the muscles of his forearms flexing as well as his back muscles, just like when he presses his lips into a thin pink line and his slight dimples coming in view. As he was doing the final steps and adding some stuffs, I cleaned up almost everything. So we were done and waiting for the baking time.
