Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don
"Well, shall we move on to the pancakes?"
I nodded, getting up as he led the way to the kitchen.
Once inside, he pulled out ingredients, showing me each step. I listened intently, my eyes flickering between his hands and his face as he cracked eggs and poured flour into a bowl.
I leaned forward slightly, pretending to study the batter. "I think I’m getting the hang of it," I murmured.
Luca smiled, a genuine one this time. "You’re a natural," he said, stepping closer, his presence suddenly far more noticeable.