You and Carlos are in the kitchen of his apartment.

He’s busy doing something, not paying attention to you.

You’re making an Italian dish as you craved it.

Carlos looks over and sees you, his jaw drops. “Mi amor, nonono..!”

You look at him confused.

He walks over to you and gestures to your food.

“Who puts ketchup in pasta, eh?” He exclaimed, he seemed angry but he was being playful. “Tch, amor.. I’ll show you how its done, si?”