THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 49's. 307 Carlyle Avenue 3
"Yes, I know what you mean." But I know what he's doing is special for me to make me special. I should have appreciated that.
He continued cutting the vegetables he needed for the salad, while waiting for the meat to thaw.
If maybe he puts me so high, maybe in the future he considers how I feel about him having to go back to Moscow, I can't say that our relationship is impossible because I don't want to move.
Maybe we can reconsider Moscow, I don't know what he's after, what he's fighting for. And to be able to ask about it I must be willing to make a bond first with him, trying to find common ground together.
I made up my mind, Eliza said, love will find its way. If we don't find it important we've walked together, it's better than being a coward and just staying quiet hoping everything will work out without any effort.
"Let me cut the vegetables and stir the salad."
I stood on the same side as him. He looked at me, I took the knife out of his hand.
The bowl of salad moved to me.
"What brand are you wearing for the sauce." He took his caesar salad sauce.
"I'm wearing a Cardini. You want to add roast chicken?"
"Anyway if the egg is without the chicken."
"Can. I boiled the eggs for a minute." And the kitchen work went on like we were both used to doing it together.
"Svetluny, do you want a blini?" A question that should require a serious answer if it is an implied question.
"What makes it easy?"
"Not long ago it was just pancakes."
"Ehmm ..can." This time he smiled. He immediately took the ingredients he needed, buckwheat flour, wheat flour, yeast, warm milk, butter and eggs. I saw him even memorize all the materials he needed.
"It takes time to inflate so I'll make a sweet topping, for dessert later with cream and jam berries." I nodded and noticed her mixing the flour and yeast, then stirring it with warm milk.
"Wait how long?"
"About an hour. Later after an hour I will make the egg whites whipped, and after stirring it with butter and eggs."
"It turns out pretty easy. I can easily make it myself later. But thank you for making it for me. That's very kind of heart."
Maybe my words are not clear, he still touched on what it meant. But I want to enjoy this moment. I went back to the job of preparing vegetables and he prepared potatoes for steak, the talk of preparing this meal was fun.
Some time our pasta and calamari came, the salad was ready, I was busy picking up food because it was starving and he was focused on the steak bar.
"Eat." I fed him pasta. He looked at me with a glance asking what I was doing, before agreeing to eat. But let it be, this turned out to be fun.
"There's cream on your lips." I cleaned it with my hands, because his hands were busy holding the steak. He looked at me with a bangtur. I like how he looks.
"Not anything later, you eat."
"Open your mouth, ..." Not listening to him the pasta fork was already in front of him again. And he had to open his mouth. I smiled happily.
Before long our steak was ripe and I sat in front of him to eat. Although he seemed to question my change of attitude this time he did not ask anything, he remained calm, talking about light things, even we were talking about Mexico.
Coinciding with the finish of the meal, our blini dough has expanded just added egg yolks and butter and finally egg whites. And then baked on non-stick pan. I cut strawberries, we put cream on top and fruit. Some are flush with maple syrup.
"Open your mouth, .." this time he fed the still-warm pancakes. His work.
"What should be prepared this way?" He made it with a small size so that it could run out once a meal.
"I mean..."
"Do blini have to be eaten by feeding each other?" I asked with a smile.
"No."
A bribe again I received and the next I who gantu bribed him. At that moment he knew something had changed about us.
Now he's moved to sit on the chair next to me. And looked at me with a serious expression. My heart was beating uncontrollably this time. "It's good to see you again this weekend. And I'm glad you're finally here." This time he held my hand. He didn't discuss why I got lost in front of his house. But straight to the conclusion. All my actions should have said everything.
"Thank you for dinner." I looked at his hand that was holding my hand and returned to his eyes.
"I should have thought of sunflowers from the beginning." I laugh now, I know he's just kidding. I didn't take it because of the sunflower.
"I love the sunflowers."
He sighed, looking at the hand he held. "What am I supposed to tell you ?"
He even asked me.
"I don't know either. Why are you even asking me."
"Be my lover? You were the one who defended me now replace me who will defend you from anything now." I smiled, it was something special to listen to.
"Well, I'll be your lover, Mr. Russian Mafia." She looked at me but did nothing, hugged me, kissed me just looking at me and holding my hand.
"I'm so happy to hear that, I also want to be your lover, but unfortunately I may not be able to be your lover now." I'm stunned.
"Whatchu mean? Why can't you? Is he playing me.
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