Cooking Incident

I think it's strawberry cake said Layla, very happy that there was some cake in the fridge. She ignores Alex's warning about how she may not be able to eat dinner if she finishes the cake. She sits at the kitchen counter and uses her spoon to take a scoop of the cake. It's so moist, she thought as she put it in her mouth. Her face changed expression. She was startled only for a short moment and continued to eat the cake. Alex saw the startled face and said, "What's up or you got an allergic reaction to the cake?" She laughs "Don't be silly, Alex; I love cakes, especially moist ones." She said, looking at the cake, a happy face. Its just that this cake is what Christine likes to call a bizzaro cake. It is made to look like a flavour of cake using it's colour and design, but actually is a different cake or mixture of two cake flavours. This one is actually orange flavour, said Layla as she proudly gobbles down the cake. Alex looks at Christine from the kitchen counter, and she turns away.

Layla finishes the cake and puts the plate in the sink; she wants to wash it as she sees Alex at the corner of the room staring at her every move. She then remember that she hasn't cooked anything for him to eat.

Alex, what would you like? she asks in a nervous manner. He answers in a sophisticated accent—actually French. "Le steak au poivre et le sauce au vin rouge avec le côté de..." Oh, someone's feeling pretty fancy today, said Christine, interrupting what Alex said. Alex, forget what I just said; I will just eat some pasta. "Do you want to be specific about the kind of pasta you want to have?" "What of some Linguine then?" said Alex. "Okay," said Layla, I'll get to work.

Layla happily skips across the kitchen to get some prepackaged linguine. She takes it and opens it; Christine had already put some water to boil. Layla dumps the pasta into the water. She warms the leftover sauce from the fridge. She then dumps it all onto a plate and tries to make it look fancy. She drops it on the table and admires her so-called masterpiece. She thought, I surely worked hard on this, wiping a sweat from her face. She goes to wash her hands and wipes them dry on a napkin. She then calls Alex to the dining table. He picks one of the seats and stares at the food. Then a mental battle breaks out between Alex and Layla.

Layla: "Does he not like the food I made?" She is freaking out.

Alex: "Oh no, I can't eat this; it's so messy (what do I do?)"

Layla: "He doesn't like it; I might as well leave."

Alex: "Oh no, she looks disappointed; should I call her?"

"Bye," said Christine as she came to the table, and I will be taking this, said Christine. She grabs the plate of food, rushes upstairs, and locks the room before anyone could tail her.

Alex sighs in his head while maintaining a cool composure. It looks like Christine has left us both with no dinner Layla says in a disappointed voice as she really wanted to her about Alex's comment on the food. 

We can cook another batch of linguine, but this time we are doing it fresh, said Alex. What do you mean we are cooking together? said Layla as she taught him he wanted to rest. I thought you wanted to watch me cook. Yes, he said. Can't I watch you cook while cooking with you? Okay, let's get to work, said Layla. I would bring together all the ingredients you can just call them from the cookbook, continued Layla. Oh, we wouldn't necessarily be using the cookbook unless we need some more assistance. "Okaay," let's begin." You're so lucky we've got a pasta machine, said Layla in her head

Alex started to call the ingredients: Flour, it's actually semolina flour; the durum wheat flour. Alex, you know that the only reason we have these ingredients is because mom has a hobby of cooking and trying different dishes. Less talking, he said, coming closer to Layla. Next we have the eggs; just drop them on the table. Some olive oil and salt. Mix in the flour and the salt; add the eggs and oil; beat with that fork to your left. 

Now let's knead the mixture. Layla starts to press the dough. Wait, you have to do it gently like this. Alex comes behind Layla. He holds Layla's hands, controlling her hands to knead the dough softly. "Alex, who taught you how to cook?" Layla asks. He comes closer and rests his chin on Layla's shoulder. He blew into her ears "I learnt from the best, and I'll make you better." Layla's ear tingled as Alex whispered and brushed the tip of her ear. He pauses and waits for Layla to process what he said. He then asks, "Want to try something out?" He grabs her hand and twirls her around; they dance across the kitchen, I wish there was some music, he said. He sighed and continued. Round and round they went he then pushes Layla outwards. Layla tries to ask, "What about the..." He then draws her back to his embrace. 

Lay, you notice it's really cold outside and it's snowing. I feel cold. Anything to warm me up, he said, looking at her with puppy eyes. "Well, I can give you some blankets; I did not know it was going to snow, so there's no fire in the chimney." She tries to explain more as she is now talking fast because of nervousness. Alex turns around to make sure she is in front of him in a straight line; he pulls her close and whispers into her ear, "Why don't you warm me up?". 

Layla hears this and freaks out trying to pull away from his embrace, but he is too strong. He then leans of the wall and cuddles Layla like she was a warm blanket.

"Excuse me", Layla mumbled as she looked like a tomato. We have to get back to cooking. "Um" Alex said in a childish manner; okay. 

Why don't you and lie on the couch and wait for me to finish cooking suggested Layla. What about the receipe asked Alex. Don't worry I'll follow the cookbook's instructions. What ever said Alex, he walks to the couch as he lies down facing the ceiling he smirks and closes his eyes. 

After half an hour Layla presents two dishes on the dining table. She calls Alex, dinner is ready. He goes up to the table and sees the food, "Wow, it looks appetizing" Layla blushes as she is proud of her work. Let's eat and they began to eat.