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"Don't act like I'm lying," Omar frowned playfully. "I fuck good, I look good, I'm rich, I'm an incredible athlete... I could go on." He continued, making Avery fall out laughing.
"Hype yourself up then!" Avery gushed making him blush as he continued to cook their steaks to perfection.
As the sizzling sound of the steaks filled the kitchen, Avery couldn't help but admire the way Omar moved with confidence and skill. She appreciated his playful arrogance, finding it endearing in a way that only he could pull off.
The aroma of the cooking meat mixed with the banter between them created a comfortable and lively atmosphere. Avery knew that with Omar, there was never a dull moment. And as she watched him sprinkle some herbs on the steaks, she couldn't deny the fact that he did have a way of making everything seem extraordinary.
As they sat down to enjoy their lunch, Avery couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected friendship that had blossomed between them. And as they shared stories and jokes over the meal, she knew that even though Omar may have been a bit of a show-off, he was undeniably one of a kind.
"There has to be a catch with you," Avery squinted playfully as she watched Omar from across the table.
"What do you mean?" He chuckled as he cut into his steak, his eyes meeting hers as he took a bite of his food, savouring the taste.
"I mean... there's no way you're just perfect," Avery shrugged as she thought out loud.
"I have confidence, I don't think I'm perfect by any means," Omar laughed softly as her words resonated with him. "But I could ask the same question about you."
Avery felt a warmth spread through her as Omar's gaze lingered on her, his eyes seemingly searching for something beneath the surface. She couldn't deny the chemistry that crackled between them, a connection that went beyond mere friendship.
Leaning back in her chair, Avery considered his question with a playful smile. "Oh, I have plenty of flaws," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can be stubborn, messy, and I have a tendency to overthink things."
Omar raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I guess we all have our quirks," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "But I have to say, your flaws only make you more endearing."
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Avery felt a blush creep up her cheeks at his words, feeling slightly shy under his gaze as he continued to compliment her. She found herself enjoying the easy banter and genuine connection she shared with Omar, a stark contrast to the toxicity and control she had experienced in her past relationship with Marcus.
As they finished their meal and cleared the plates, Avery couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that settled within her. She realized that she deserved to be with someone who appreciated her for who she was, flaws and all. Someone who uplifted her and made her feel valued, not someone who constantly belittled her and made her question her worth.
