This ones about food(aka my life)
Connor could cook, and so could you and now you were arguing over who would cook breakfast.
"It's fine, I'll do it. You know you love my famous chocolate chip pancakes" he retorted.
"Yeah, but my hash browns are da bomb" you smiled. After about a good ten minutes of arguing playfully you decided to cook together.
"You start the pancakes, I'll start the hash browns and eggs." You agreed. He nodded and you began. You cooked in harmony, working together and preparing breakfast in unison. You went to get syrup and he went to get plates. You bumped into each other and you fell. He caught you mid fall in a dipping position. He smiled and kissed you. You made out until you smelled something and pulled away.
"Oh crap, somethings burning." He quickly stood and took care of things. You sat the table and brought over orange juice. He sat beside you and you clinked glasses.
"We could be on a cooking show you know."
"I don't doubt it." You laughed, kissed, and ate and knew that was the start of an amazing day.
