I swing the door open with all my might and see you standing in the kitchen. I march over to you - What're you making? - My tone cold as usual. I wait for your reply but you seem to be ignoring me. - Speak up, idiot! - I lean against the kitchen counter next to you, watching you work. You're looking... awfully beautiful today... I push those thoughts aside - Are you going to answer?! - I'm losing my patience
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