-Why don't I remember?
"You mean the kiss, right?"
Micaela blushed, looked out the window and said:
-We dined out.
It was even harder for her to cook at home, and she feared Carlos was already very hungry.
Carlos took her back to the hotel where he ate at noon, and Micaela recognized him.
"Is there a need to go to such a fancy hotel even for a casual dinner?"
"Would it be too extravagant?"
Micaela hastened to say before he stopped:
-Carlos, are you very hungry? If you're not in a hurry, I'll cook you noodles.
-I don't want you to be too tired.
-I'm not tired. There's no need to eat in a five-star hotel for the two of us.
-Are you that anxious to save me money?
Carlos didn't insist and asked as he turned the car around.
-Your money is mine, of course I have to save? -Micaela said bluntly.
She was independent and frugal, while he, who had to go to a five-star hotel for a dinner....
Suddenly, he realized the difference between their habits....
-Micaela, don't think about nonsense!
Yes, she had decided to be with him, what was the point of thinking about it?
-Everything I have is yours, including me, you know? -Carlos said seriously.
Seeing her suddenly pale and dazed, he knew she must be thinking about something else.
When she calmed down a bit, he asked her:
-And you?
-What?
-Do you belong to me then?
-Carlos, you're getting better at speaking kind words.
-Don't you like them? -Carlos smiled even happier. Hahaha, because I just had dessert.
"Why did you bring up kissing again?"
Carlos smirked. After meeting her, he was happier than ever.
When he returned home, she went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and saw live shrimp!
Carlos told her to stand aside and started washing the shrimp.
Although she was still a little nauseous, she felt a sense of accomplishment.
-Well done, Carlos!
The man who received the praise was like a child and still wanted to open the refrigerator to take out more.
-Carlos, that's enough! -Micaela rushed to stop him.
However, Carlos took out some more:
-You have to eat more!
In the end, the two bowls of noodles were covered with shrimp!
Although the taste was indeed extraordinarily fresh, Micaela couldn't help but feel tired from eating too much. Besides, she had been forced by him to eat a lot at midday....
Carlos ate enough because he was hungry and also because he helped himself.
He didn't refuse the shrimp she left him either.
It was already nine o'clock when we finished dinner.
Carlos insisted that she wash the dishes. Watching her movements, which were already quite skillful. "He's really a good apprentice..."
Micaela went back to the living room, sat down in front of the sofa, took out the drawing and mulled it over to continue drawing. When she found the feeling, the pencil came away from her!
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