𝐏𝐓𝐗 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ✔

Cooking Class

When all of the pasta had been rolled out, they put it into pans, so it could cook. "Now we can make the Alfredo sauce. You guys are doing great so far, this should be easy." Kirstie explained.

"I don't know about that, now." Tim said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Awe, Country Boy. It's just a little cream, butter, and garlic." Kirstie teased.

Tim's face flushed at the nickname as he tried to laugh it off, not wanting anyone to notice his embarrassment.

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"I hate to say it, but this actually tastes good." Tim chuckled.

"You hear that guys? Country Boy approves." Kirstie cheered, laughing along with his family.

"It has been a great session with you all. I hope you guys can come back and join me next time you guys are back in LA. I would really appreciate it." She continued.

"We would love to come back." Emily smiled.

"I would enjoy that." Kirstie eyed Tim for a second, before clearing her throat. "Um, I have bags in the back if you guys would like one to take your food in."

"Oh, that would be great. Thank you." Tim's mother exclaimed.

Moments later, Kirstie came back out, handing each one of them a paper bag. Tim eyed the top of his, seeing that something had been written on it. Realizing it was the girl's number, his eyes widened.

Looking up, he locked eyes with Kirstie, who had a grin on her face.

"Something wrong, Tim?" Emily asked, noticing his shocked expression.

"Oh, uh. No. Nothings wrong." He told her as he folded the bag quickly, so she wouldn't see what was on the bag.

Kirstie laughed, covering her mouth. "Um, It's been great having you guys here. I guess that concludes the class. I hope you enjoyed it."

"I sure did." Tim mumbled, smiling.

They all said their goodbyes to Kirstie and made their way out of the kitchen. Well, everyone but Tim.
He stayed behind to have a word with her.

"Country Boy, huh?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I just saw that you were wearing boots. And you have a Southern accent."

"I don't have an accent." Tim furrowed his brows.

"Sure you don't." Kirstie rolled her eyes, jokingly.

They were interrupted by Emily, who had came back in the room. "Tim, are you coming? Mom's waiting."

"Oh, um. Yeah." He told her.

Once she had left, Tim sighed, "Well, it looks like I am being summoned."

Kirstie nodded, "It seems like it."

"I guess this is goodbye.." He trailed off awkwardly.

"I guess so." She agreed.

"Um, see you around?" He asked.

"Tim, you don't live here." Kirstie laughed.

"Oh.. right. Uh.. I will be sure to text you."

Kirstie smiled, nodding once again. "Bye, Tim."

"Bye..." He didn't want to leave, but he knew that his family had been waiting. Waving to Kirstie, he left the kitchen only to run into Emily as soon as he turned the corner.

"Baby brother got the pretty girls number?" She teased.

"Shut up." Tim grumbled, turning red.

Emily laughed, pushing him slightly as they walked back to their vehicle. Tim opted out of driving, seeing as he was too distracted by the brown eyed beauty.

"I still don't know what a fettuccine is." He abruptly thought.