Enzo POV
“I hope you eat pasta a la disaster,” Kat laughed, placing some of the pasta I had made onto a chipped plate and passing it to me.
My brow shot up as I surveyed the dish. “This is a disaster?”
It looked appetising enough, even if it was served on a broken plate. The pasta was slightly clumped together, but the pieces of salami and sundried tomatoes seemed to salvage the appearance from being particularly bland.
Kat shrugged, “Elijah seriously needs to update his cookware. Half the pasta is still glued to the bottom of the pot.”
I could feel her eyes glued on me as she watched as I took a big mouthful of the food and forced a slight smile. It tasted as if I had licked a rock on the beachfront. Salty, dry and slightly gritty.
“Mmm, delicious,” I tried to say with as much
