"What can i say, i'm a bad cook" was all he said with a uncaring shrug. I flipped him off.
"Well f**k you too Amica mea" he replied teasingly.
"Why didn't you just tell me you were a bad cook from the start?" I asked in bewilderment.
"I wanted to see how you'd react when you found out I couldn't cook. And trust me Amica mea you didn't disappoint" well glad he found this amusing. Too bad I didn't.
Out of the blue Seker snorted in disbelief. I looked at him questioningly. Going ahead he then said.
"I find this particular situation we are in extremely cliche" I actually couldn't agree more, I nodded my head in agreement and chuckled a little. In all those Romance novels and movies things like this always happens, the girl telling the boy to cook for her or the boy being the one to cook o
