𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑺 | 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑚

𝟎𝟖 - 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒑

I try to organize the vegetables in the bag while Jude goes through them at the checkout in a totally random order. We hadn't bought just the items for the soup, so we didn't get too excited and bought a few cookies, not too many, just enough to fill part of the cart.

— Try to pass all the vegetables first, if I put the cookie underneath it will break it all.

— What's the matter? In the stomach everything gets crushed anyway. — he says, but obeys me and finishes ironing the vegetables.

— I will not pay to eat bran. — he stops and analyzes one of the vegetables

— Why are you buying this? I've never seen them put it in soup.

— I don't know, my mother said it is to season the soup.

— But isn't it seasoning? — he looks at me confused while passing the products

— That's right. You know, I don't know. We are the same, one worse than the other. — he puts his hand on his heart pretending to be offended

We finished the shopping and went to the car to put the bags in the trunk.

— Look at us two, being responsible adults. — he closes the trunk and goes to the steering wheel — Who would think of that?

— Certainly not Juliana, much less the people who were at the market.

Even though we went to a small market so as not to bump into paparazzi, there were still some old men staring at us with extremely jealous eyes while we laughed like idiots making fun of everything we saw in front of us.

— We can be responsible and have fun at the same time. — he looked at me and winked as we pulled out of the small parking lot

— I don't know if that's how it works.

I take my cell phone and send a picture to Juliana, only of the vegetables of course.

As soon as we got home I put the cookies in the cupboard and started to prepare the vegetables. He was leaning against the counter and every time I put something in the cupboard he would stretch out to give me a little kiss.

— Are you going to help me or not? — He rolled his eyes and came over to me.

I stretched out a pot showing him what to do. I started to boil the water having at least an inkling of what I was doing. Juliana was right, again, I am terrible in the kitchen, but I won't let her be right. I called my mother and asked for help, it didn't seem to be that difficult.

We were almost done, and amazingly everything was going fine, except when I asked Jude to stir the soup a little and he ended up burning the tip of his finger.

— Stop being dramatic.

— This is the end of my career. — he wrapped one hand around my waist, the other showing his burned finger.

— Do you play with your hand or with your foot?

— Stop, you know what could help me — I try to free myself from his arm - A little kiss.

— Stop this nonsense, the soup is burning. — I struggled to turn off the stove.

Luckily I managed to turn it off in time, before the smell of toast rose. I tasted some of it, and it wasn't too bad. It was at an acceptable level, which is good, better than being burnt or tasting like bad water. If that can happen.

We cleaned up the whole kitchen before we ate, because we had made a huge mess. We were talking about everything from the most trivial to the most important things, until we brought up the subject of Karina, her husband, and our relationship.