Picked up on the flirting, but flirt harder anyway, M
From Create Your Own Story
Your pout transforms into a playful grin, and you playfully twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers. "Motivational support, Nathan. It's a crucial aspect of any culinary masterpiece. Haven't you heard that a dash of flirtation can enhance the flavors?"
Nathan's frustration is palpable, and he clenches and unclenches his fists, clearly grappling with the internal struggle of focusing on his task at hand. The mischievous glint in your eyes intensifies as you watch him, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.
"Motivation through flirtation?" Nathan mutters under his breath, his eyes narrowing at you. "I'd rather cook in silence, thank you very much."
Your shoulders shake with suppressed laughter, and you decide to give him a brief reprieve. "Alright, Nathan. I'll let you get back to your culinary masterpiece. But remember, a little banter never hurt anyone. I won't tell your siblings if you don't"
Just as you think the encounter is settling into a humorous memory, Nathan's patience snaps like a taut string. He slams the knife down, startling everyone in the kitchen, and turns to you with a fire in his eyes.
"That's it! I've had enough of this nonsense," Nathan declares, his voice cutting through the air like an unexpected thunderclap.
Your playful demeanor shifts to genuine surprise as Nathan points towards the door. "Out. Now."
The room falls silent, and even the vegetables seem to pause in their chopping as everyone turns their attention to the unexpected drama unfolding. Nathan's gaze is unwavering, his jaw set in a firm line. You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Out? Nathan, I was just having a bit of fun."
His glare intensifies, and he gestures more forcefully towards the exit. "I don't care. This is my kitchen, and I won't have someone turning it into a circus. Leave."
You feel a mixture of amusement and disbelief, but the seriousness in Nathan's eyes convinces you to comply. With a theatrical sigh, you head towards the door, making sure to toss a parting wink over your shoulder.
"Fine, fine. I'll leave you to your cooking, Chef Grumpy. But remember, the offer for motivational support still stands!"
As the door closes behind you, you can't help but burst into laughter, leaving Nathan to contemplate the unexpected turn of events in the now-silent kitchen.
Sheepishly head to your next class
After that fiasco, you feel like you earned an afternoon off
