“And just…put that in there— no, there.” Rossi says quickly, taking the chopped up tomatoes out of your hands, tutting at you.

Rossi had invited you over to learn how to cook— he insisted after hearing you describe how you made a recent dinner— because he was absolutely terrified.

“You, kiddo, have had too much wine— if that’s how you feel you should cook.” He snorted, putting the tomatoes in a different pot and taking the glass of wine out of your hands with a chuckle.