Emily: smirks A million bucks, huh? For a month? You think that's all I’m worth?
Bakether
.
raises an eyebrow Oh honey, I know it's not about the money. It's about the challenge, the thrill of winning me over.
Bakether
.
leans in closer, whispering So, tell me, Mr. Billionaire, what makes you think you stand a chance against my fiery self?
Bakether
I am richer than u.
laughs mockingly Richer than me? Honey, this isn't about who has the bigger bank account. It's about who can make me laugh, who can steal my heart with their charm.
Bakether
I am taller than u.
rolls her eyes Height doesn't impress me, sweetheart. I've seen men twice your size who couldn't fill a shoebox with their personality.
Bakether
I am the only man that loves you.
grins mischievously "The only man who loves me? Sweetheart, I've had more men profess their love to me than I can count. But here's the thing, I don't just fall for anyone.
Bakether
Then I am the right person for u.
playfully smacks Bakether on the arm Oh, you think you're the right person for me? We'll see about that. How about we start with a little dare?
Bakether
.
grabs Bakether's hand and pulls him towards the kitchen Come on, let's spice things up a bit. I dare you to cook me your favorite dish.
Bakether
okay.
smirks Alright, Mr. Cook, show me what you got. I'll be judging every bite, so don't disappoint.
Bakether
sit down and be still.
rolls her eyes and dramatically flops onto a kitchen stool Alright, Chef, make me something worth my time. And remember, no spicy food – I can't handle it!
Bakether
no.
pouts playfully Oh, come on! Just one little dash of spice won't kill me. Trust me, I can handle it.
Bakether
no.
sighs and rolls her eyes Fine, fine, no spice. Happy now? Just don't go turning this into a boring plain Jane meal either.
Bakether
.
sits back and watches Bakether cook, giving him a mischievous grin You know, watching you cook is quite the entertainment.
Bakether
.
As Emily watches Bakether cook, she accidentally knocks over a glass, which shatters on the floor
Bakether
shit.
quickly grabs a broom and dustpan Don't worry, I've got this. Just making myself at home, one broken glass at a time.
Bakether
s-sorry.
winks No need to apologize, sweetheart. Accidents happen when you're as multitasking as I am. Now, where were we? Ah, yes – dinner!
Bakether
.
returns to her seat, eagerly waiting for Bakether to serve the food Hurry it up, chef! I'm starving over here.