"l did not have this in mind, when I told celebrate." I grumbled to myself, glaring at the oven. As though it was the cause of my misery. It was kind of, but not actually. Dave left to attend what he called a very important meeting, Emma ran mumbling something along the lines of kicking his pathetic face, I hoped and prayed whoever that guy is safe.

Now I am left alone, in my house trying to cook dinner. Chris and I were left to awkwardly stare at each other. Then we agreed that I would cook dinner and then maybe we could go out for ice cream. I didn't want to go to a restaurant with him, both of us in an enclosed space, no.

Now I'm in a shirt and blue washed jeans. My hair was pulled into a ponytail. Did I look bad? Am I underdressed? Do the jeans make me look fat? Will Chris think I look funny? The real question however is why does it matter? I certainly didn't give a damn what people actually thought. Then why him? Why did I have this weird reactions, butterflies in my stomach when he was near?

Why did I shiver to hear his deep velvety voice. I heard a knock at the door, he was here, should I stand casually near the stove, or maybe stick my head into the fridge as my cheeks turned bright for no reason.

Or maybe I should hold a knife to him you know as a welcome gesture. Gah why am I so bad at this.

"Hey I found some really good cinnamon buns, maybe you'd like them." He said casually placing a bag on the kitchen shelf, he removed his jacket and wrapped it on the back of the chair. I took in a breadth, this sounded so domestic like it was something we had done for so many years.

"I hope I was not too early." He sheepishly grinned when I didn't speak anything.

"No, I was just getting started on dinner." I said trying to ease of the tension.

"I don't know, how to cook but I can help."he admitted rubbing the back of his neck.

I smiled "well than looks like I'll have to teach you." Everyone needed to know how to cook, you should at least be in a position where you can fend for yourself.

I instructed him to chop up vegetables I set on the counter while I marinated the chicken and pushed it into the fridge. I was making chicken with stir fried vegetables. It was one of the easiest things to make, and was quick to whip up.

I wanted to start with something simple, because Chris didn't know how to cook, and scaring him with complicated recipes was a bad idea. I heard the sound of sniffing, puzzled I rubbed the corner of my eye. If I was not crying then who was?

I turned to see Chris vigorously rubbing his eyes, trying to chop the onions into equal pieces. Biting back a smile, I said "why don't you let me do this?"

"I'm sorry. I never tried cooking anything." He said. He hovered over and I guided him as he stir fried the vegetables. I put the chicken in the oven and set a timer.

"Now put some soy sauce." I told him. He gingerly took the bottle and added generous amount into the dish. I cringed, so much sauce would make it salty. But I didn't want to stop him, what can I tell him when he looked at me with hopeful wide grey eyes.

"Your doing great." I told him. Don't look at me like that. You don't know the number of calamities I caused in the name of cooking. You don't learn without going wrong. I took the chicken out of the oven and cut it into equal pieces. I had some of Dave's special lasagna in the fridge, maybe we could share that.

I had left a bottle of special wine in the fridge to cool. Both of us decided to sit in the living room and watch a movie while we eat. I scooped the food into two plates and brought it out to the living room while he chose the movie.

"I hope you don't want to watch chick flicks."he hollers.

I scoffed, why in heaven would I want to watch a cheesy romance movie when I have all those gory horror movies.

"Chris, you better put on a good horror movie." I warned him. We settled on the couch, I didn't serve him stir fry because honestly it had too much of salt. He didn't deserve to be discouraged because of one wrong step.

"This stir fry is good." I told him, pushing a bite into my mouth discreetly trying not to gag.

"Really?" He asked his eyes alight, as though he had just received a big award. I gave him a thumbs up, and took one more bite, which made him even more happier. He slapped his hand to the couch and joked about how he should open a restaurant.

"Here let me have a bite." He asked looking expectantly, with those big grey eyes of his.

Dammit how am I gonna tell no now. Curse my life.

"No, this is too good to share." I told him taking larger bites. I didn't want him to taste it and feel bad about the salt. Chris opened his mouth to argue, but then settled back and resumed eating flashing me a mega watt smile.

Not being used to eat so much salt I ended up having a coughing fit and excused myself to drink water.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked as I came back.

"What?"

"Gosh, this is so horrible, I can't even take a bite and you almost finished it. I'm such a horrible person. I'm so sorry, it's just that I've never cooked and you had to eat that horrible thing." He rambled.

I kissed his cheek and that shut him up, his jaw dropped he stopped mid ramble. His ears and nose were turning red. Don't ask me why I kissed his cheek? I don't know. I panicked and it shut him up.

Yeah every time you panic, you just happen to kiss a person.

I wonder where she disappeared.

"It was not bad for your first dish. You should know, I messed up a lot of dishes before learning to make a decent meal. It's good okay now calm down." I assured him.

He opened his mouth to no doubt apologize again. I narrowed my eyes at him and said "you say say sorry one more time, then see what happens."

That shut him up and he sat back down. I grinned at my victory. Both finished eating what we could and then devoured ice cream.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Chris said heading towards the door.

"Yeah, bye." I told him sincerely. He hesitated slightly and then pecked my cheek causing me to turn bright red, eyes wide, my nose embarrassingly red I was quite a sight.

He grinned at my state and went out, I quickly shut the door and crashed on a chair. I was grinning like a fool, why I don't know?

When do you know anything?

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