Terry Laine Pierce
He frowned at me after seeing me giggling at his appearance, I mean who wouldn’t be this amused seeing a man wearing such a tiny pink apron?!
“Stop laughing babe,” he mumbled which made me burst into laughter because he looked ashamed and dedicated to wearing it at the same time.
“Is that your mother’s?” I asked, so he flinched before nodding at me, “That’ll probably suit her well, did she also teach you how to make delicacies?” I added, which made him nod again.
“Yeah, how did you know that this was my mother’s?” he curiously asked, but I just shrugged at him.
“I just took a guess, there’s no way you’ll use that unless it’s special to you, there are lots of aprons over there,” I pointed at the cabinet with lots of red aprons which made him smile.
“You’re pretty sh
