you are hanging out with your brother's team captain,Falconnie and he's teaching you to cook

"taste this" he says handing you a spoon to try.you get distracted by him and don't respond.

"y/n?" he says.

"Sorry," you mumble, closing your lips around the spoon he's holding towards you

"So good. You know, if the whole going pro thing doesn't work out for you, you could totally be a chef."

you say complimenting him

"you think it's good like that, or does it need more crushed red peppers?"

he says still looking at you.when you don't respond again he repeats himself.

"the little pepper flakes...?"

"like pizza peppers?.." you ask

"Were you paying attention when we put in the spices?" he asks as he chuckles a bit at your distraction

"no?" you say

he chuckles as he playfully hits you with a dish towel

"I swear to God, Falconnie, if this post pie tastes good, there will be no freezing of anything. I'll be eating it all tonight, no joke." you say jokingly

"We're not making one big one. We have to make a few small ones." he says

"okay let's do that but, make a big one also for tonight."

"we can hang out untill my leggings are too tight."

you say as you lick the tip of your finger that had some jam on it

"you want to hang tonight?" he asks looking at you.

you get flustered and say "Oh my gosh! I totally invited myself to stay."

you're a bit embarrassed to look at him

"Ignore me, keep going. What do I do next? Set the oven temp right? That's step one."

"y/n." he say looking at you intently

"yeah?" you say softly, looking at him.

"you're my only plans." he says.