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Adalia~

"I find it hard to believe that you can cook" I chuckled as I leaned over the kitchen counter.

"And why's that?" Trayson flipped over the steak that was sizzling away in the frying pan.

"I don't know, just never thought you would have the time to learn. I always imagined teachers just ordered take out every night" i shrugged making him laugh.

"Your so strange" he turned to face me.

"Hey! No I am not" I shot back, we both looked at eachother and started laughing again.

"Okay, maybe I am..a little" I rolled my eyes.

After more joking around, the food was finally done and I was so happy because i was absolutely starving. Trayson pulled out a chair at his glass table for me and I plopped down onto it, tucking myself in further to the table.

"So tell me more about your parents, what did they do" I asked while cutting up my food.

"Well, my mother used to sing" he said taking me by surprise.

"Wow, really?" I asked and he nodded.

"It's actually how my father first met her. When she was nineteen, she used to sing in local bars to earn some money. My Dad happened to off owned a bar and hired her, he always said the moment he laid eyes on her, he new that she would be his wife" he took a sip off his water.

"That's so adorable" I implied and he smiled at me.

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Authors note: Sorry for this chapter being so short, it's another filler 🤍

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