One of the dates I fondly remember was one that I had on Chinese Valentines day when my friend invited me for dinner at his place.
We both arrived very late (I speed-walked to his flat and my flushed sweaty face managed a breathless 'hi.' when I entered the kitchen, where he hurriedly unloaded grocery bags). He did everything in speed and I tried to make myself useful by throwing away the discards, until he instructed me to stop touching stuff and sit down.
There's something sexy about a guy who takes control in the kitchen. He was making simple pasta, but for some reason the way he systematically sliced the ingredients and put them together while entertaining me with food trivia made the cook in me shrink. I was reduced to a smiling smitten kitten. Earth swallow me now, I am so obvious.
We chatted too long and overcooked the veggies.
The photo above was taken from that night. I remember feeling lighter seeing bright happy colors after a stressful day at work.
Awwww. I felt kilig for you!!
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