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Within the next few minutes, cameras stood sentinel, tripods took root, and microphones whispered promises of capturing moments yet to unfold. As Ollie and Rosetta positioned themselves in front of the lenses, their enthusiasm seemed to blend with the sun's golden rays that streamed through the open space of the garden, infusing the room with an extra layer of energy.
Ollie watched as Rosetta's voice wove through the air like a songbird's melody as she started the intro to their video, her words landing with the grace of summer petals falling gently to the ground.
"So, I promised to teach my friend Ollie here to make caponata alla Siciliana," she told the camera with a broad grin. "But with a little twist!"
Ollie's eyes widened instinctively as Rosetta revealed the unexpected trophy she cradled—a severed fish head with its lifeless eye staring blankly at him.
"Swordfish!" Rosetta announced proudly.
And Ollie was rendered frozen.
The shock rippled through him like a sudden gust of wind on a balmy summer's day, leaving him momentarily speechless.
"Wait, you didn't tell me about this," he spoke quickly, "I thought it was just aubergines?"
"Yeah, well, we have a spare head of a swordfish in the fridge, so might as well use it, right?" she reasoned, flashing him an innocent grin.
Ollie's gaze settled on Rosetta, his brows knitted in a perplexed dance of curiosity. His suspicion shimmered in his eyes like ripples on a pond, reflecting his uncertainty about her culinary intentions.
Meanwhile, Rosetta's hands moved with purpose, her eyes twinkling as though she was mocking his doubts as she retrieved a gigantic wooden cutting board and a collection of gleaming knives with an almost mischievous glint. They looked to be of a professional set, and Ollie was a novice at best. The thought of a misfit like him being confronted with such tools stirred within him, and he couldn't help but envision the chaos he might unintentionally unleash upon her kitchen.
He could feel the corner of his mouth curving up. He was absolutely going to tear it apart with those shiny knives.
"Do you think you can dice the aubergines while I deal with the swordfish?"
The echo of Rosetta's request pulled him out of his train of thought, and he nodded quickly.
As Ollie's eyes gleamed with an almost mischievous fascination at the array of sharp, glistening knives, he couldn't help but feel the weight of Rosetta's questioning glare. It settled upon him like a storm cloud on a sunny day, her raised eyebrow and the slight furrow of her brow casting shadows of doubt across her face.
