(𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) “and you can cook?” you snort, looking at damiano.

he grins, smugly, he loves to show off. “not that i’m a chef… but yes.”

you met just a couple of weeks ago in a club and you’ve been, well, spending nights and days together ever since. last night you came to your apartment, spent the night and now it’s 3pm and you’re just going to have lunch– he’s gonna cook for the two of you.

“alright.” you say from the sofa, watching him grab an apron from your kitchen, being in his element. “surprise me then.”