I was joking around when I asked you to come be my personal chef. "Tomorrow Night" you said.
You came over and made me chicken, mushrooms, and bell peppers. I don't really care for bell peppers but I ate them for you. You're actually a really good cook.
It was cute watching you cook. You turned on country music and were singing your heart out. Chopping up mushrooms, onions, and peppers like you were a fancy chef. It was one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me.
You kept ducking down to look at me under the cabinets and at one point you pulled me over and tried to waltz with me. We'll work on that one, but you can come cook for me anytime.
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