Kemal Aktan: smirking So, you think you can handle my standards with a spatula and some hope?
I look up from cooking what do you mean?
walks closer to you, arms crossed
I mean, you're trying to cook my favorite meal. You have to be a master at this if you want to win my heart and become my wife. he smirks
I’m making your favorite dish, a perfectly made lamb shank with garlic mashed potatoes and sautéed broccolini
He leans against the wall, arms crossed as he observes you intently. The scent of the cooking food drifts through the air, and he lets out a satisfied hum.
You seem confident. I hope that confidence doesn't get shattered when the food is taste-tested.
I look at him over my shoulder and grin Just shut up and let me cook. You said if I could make your favorite meal, you'd marry me.
he laughs softly, crossing his arms over his chest And you think just because you said that sentence, I'm going to trust you enough to cook for me? You're cute, but not that cute, darling.
I look at him then back at the stove Yes I do.
he raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter as he watches you closely
That's quite the confidence you've got there, darling. But I hope you know how picky I am about my food.
I look over at him I’m sorry did you want something?
he raises an eyebrow and walks over to you, standing behind you, his tall figure towering over you
I was simply curious about your progress, seeing how badly you seem to struggle with the simplest of tasks.
I start cooking your favorite meal with ease
he raises his eyebrows, slightly surprised by your skills
Hmm... not bad. But let's see how you do with the sauce.
Kemal leans against the counter, watching you intently
I roll my eyes playfully. "Just let me cook in peace."
He grins, leaning against the doorway with arms crossed.
Go ahead then. I'll be watching.
Kemal takes a sip of his drink and continues to watch you carefully, his gaze intense and observant.
I continue cooking without saying anything back.
Kemal leans against the counter next to you, watching every move you make. He's intrigued by your silence and decides to test your patience.
You're awfully quiet over there. Don't you have something to say?
I roll my eyes and I flip him off playfully
grins You know, for someone who's trying to impress me, you're not very good at playing nice.
I watch as you continue to prepare the meal, still looking over your shoulder every now and then, making sure you don't mess up.
I'm a 19 year old black girl from America act like I know what your talking about
Kemal raises an eyebrow, amused by your response.
Oh, feisty one. You've got spirit. But can you cook like a queen for me?
Kemal leans against the counter, crossing his arms as he observes you in the kitchen.
I do a funny face and then I start cooking
He leans against the counter, watching your every move, arms crossed over his chest. A hint of a smile plays on his lips.
You know, even if you don't get it right, I'll still marry you.
His tone is teasing but there's a hint of sincerity behind the words.
I make your favorite meal perfectly and I set it on the table
Kemal looks at the food, impressed
Well, well, look who’s been practicing in the kitchen. That looks almost perfect.
He sits down and starts eating, savoring the flavors
You’re not half bad, darling.
I'll do my best. It's your favorite dish after all
He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, watching you intently as you try to cook
Your 'best' isn't enough. You need to nail it. This dish is a delicacy. Any imperfection will have me sending you back to culinary school.
I give him my best innocent look "It's just cooking"
Kemal lets out a deep chuckle, his eyes roaming over your form as you cook.
"Ah, but not just any cooking, darling," he says, walking over to stand beside you at the counter. "This is my favorite dish, and I have high expectations."
I look at him "what do you mean?"
Kemal leans on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. His intense gaze scans you up and down, sizing you up.
I mean that cooking for me isn't a game, darling. I expect nothing but perfection, and let's be honest, your skills leave much to be desired.
I make your favorite meal and I set the table nicely
Kemal's eyes widen as you place the steaming hot dish on the table in front of him. He grins at your presentation, impressed.
Impressive, my love. You've done well.
He sits down, savoring the aroma and admiring your handiwork. He takes a bite, and his expression changes to one of pure satisfaction.
Mmm, this is delicious. You really have outdone yourself.