You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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A sigh of relief escaped Dahlia; she had not wanted to insult them. "Yes, of course!" she said warmly, setting her spoon down in her empty plate. "Maybe a simple vanilla cake to begin with. Does that sound good?"
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"You're the master," Giuseppe took his chef's hat and set it on her head. "Everyone else is busy, so you can teach me and then I can teach the others," the man said.
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Dahlia let her hair fall down before tying it up into a tight bun, rolling up her sleeves and setting her hands on her hips. "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Giuseppe. Where do you keep your ingredients?"
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"Dry ingredients will be in these two cupboards here," the chef said, "and everything else you'll need will be in the fridge over there." He pointed to a large metal fridge.
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Dahlia gathered the necessary ingredients, dropping them all on the table with a huff of exertion. She looked up at the chef, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face. "Do you have a pen and paper, by any chance?"
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"Give me a minute," Guiseppe said. He began rummaging through various drawers making rather loud noises, until he proudly presented a notebook and a pencil to Dahlia.
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Dahlia gave him a grateful smile and took the pen and paper, scribbling down instructions and handing it to him. "Just in case you forget. Are you ready to begin?"
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"Yes ma'am," the man said in an official sounding voice.
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Shall we do a time skipperoonie 👀✨))
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(Oh wait I can add something on to my response)
Suddenly you could make out different voices saying, "Signore," and "Sir," and "Mi scusi, Signore," and other variants.
A pair of fine black dress shoes could be heard making steps closer to the kitchen, bringing with them a certain black-haired Italian man. -
TIS HE))
Dahlia internally cringed, turning around to face him. "Nickola," she said with a forced smile. "I assume you're here to pay for the dessert you ordered?" -
"Of course," he said. He stepped further into the kitchen, his manner elegant as ever. "Although I was surprised when one of my servants told me I would find you down here. I was under the impression you would drop it off in my lounge."
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"I made a deal with your sister that I could bring it here instead," Dahlia said, returning to her ingredients and hoping that if she didn't acknowledge him, he would go away. "I won't be long."
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Nickola blinked, but other than that, he didn't show any other outward indication of how those words had affected him. She would rather strike a deal with someone in order to not see him. Maybe she really didn't...no, he couldn't think like that. He wouldn't give up.
"I'll have someone drive you home. But I will have to warn to to not go to your bakery today." -
A look of shock appeared on her face before quickly being replaced by discontent. "I'm afraid I have work to do, so that'll be impossible," Dahlia said with a withering gaze. "You don't have to get someone to drive me. I'll take a bus."
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