Ten
With a bottle of red and two glasses from the bar, I returned to the kitchen. I’d only been gone for a short while but the fragrant smell of onions and butter greeted me the moment I stepped through the doors. Lana added some minced garlic to the pan and the recognisable smell made my mouth water. Under different circumstances, I would've joined her by the stove and stolen food straight out of her pan but I didn't want to give her the wrong impression.
I opened the bottle by the side and poured two generous glasses, making sure to hand Lana the fullest of the two. We toasted and I watched from by the counter as she whipped up a quick pasta. With her fluid motions and excellent multi-tasking, she made it look so easy but I knew it wasn't. Even if I practised for decades, I wouldn't be
