You were sitting on the couch watching TV as your boyfriend, Luca, was making dinner. No matter how many times you offered your help, he always rejected it. Tonight, he was making a pasta dish that he had told you about many times, based on his grandmother's recipe.

"Hey, amore." His words break your attention from the TV as you glance behind you over towards the kitchen to see what he needs. 

"Hey... Can you get me the... uh..." He was still learning English, so from time to time he would forget a word, but he's been getting better. "salsa di pomodoro... uhm..." He thought to himself.

 "Tomato sauce?.. Yeah!" He says, very proud of himself for remembering the word. His accent making you blush slightly.