We reached the house after Zach drove us in his car and as we reached the door, we were just talking about some ridiculous stuffs about movies.“Dress up lady,” he spoke like an old man and I laughed at him, making his way to the sofa.“But what would I wear? Where are we going anyway?” I asked, how the hell would I know what to wear? He curled his back by the sofa to look at me in an upside down manner and I walked towards him and flicked my finger on his chin.“Ouch! Why are you hurting me?” He yelped but I knew he wasn’t hurt, making me giggle. “Just dress up your prettiest.” What is that even supposed to mean? I headed to my room and took a look at my clothes in the wardrobe. I took out a couple of dresses and blouses but my eyes laid on the paper bag from the dress that Zach bought. Should I?I looked at myself at the mirror and stared at myself for a while, well he

Adam and I were in his kitchen, cooking paella for our dinner. It was so fun seeing him cook, "How did you learn this, Adam?" "What, cooking?" "Yea." I put some chorizo in my mouth and chew. "Well, because of the restaurants, I guess. I taste them, so I cook them." I choked on the chorizo so I hit my chest a couple of times. That easy? What is he, a gourmet chef? It was awesome to think of but I was dying, so Adam got me some glass of water, laughing at the side. I gulped the water and put the glass down. "I guess, you're the coolest I have ever seen." He snorted at my words and I just helped him cook. As I did, Adam kept kissing my cheek every once in a while as I chopped the ingredients. When we were done, we laid the food and placed some wine at the table. "Here goes our dinner date." I clapped and he placed a candle in the middle of it, grinning at me. "What I ate earlier was the most delicious though." He winked