“Have more rice, Vince,” Cheryl said, filling up my plate again. I took a sip of my juice, waiting for her to get done.
“I know I've said this countless times, babe, but you're an awesome cook. Seriously, you're damn perfect.” Leonardo commented, with a smile.
I was at his house and having lunch with him and Cheryl.
“Yeah right,” Cheryl rolled her eyes, sitting down and dropping the bowl of rice on the table. “You're just trying to flatter me and I'm not falling for that.”
“No, geez.” He chuckled. “I'm serious, a hundred percent. You're an amazing cook, love.” Leo held her hand. He had a sheepish grin that only grew when she snatched back her hand.
“Again, I'm not falling for that. Just shut up and eat.” She said, but her cheeks were crimson. She sure loved the compliment.
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