#moreira

HOMEMADE

diego moreira x f! reader

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:: One recipe with zero knowledge.

"You know," You began cautiously, eyeing the grocery bags spread across the kitchen island, "We could just order food."

Diego looked up from where he was unpacking vegetables, his eyebrows pulling together in fake offense. "Order food?"

You nodded. "Mhm."

He placed a hand dramatically over his chest. "You think I can't cook?"

You looked at him for a second. Then at the ingredients. Then back at him.

Diego pointed a wooden spoon at you. "You're supposed to be encouraging me."

"I am."

"Not by judging me."

"I'm encouraging you, just from a safe distance."

He shook his head, trying to hide the smile creeping across his face. "You're annoying."

"So I've been told."

He walked around the island, stopping right in front of you. "Listen," He said, lowering his voice as if he were about to reveal the world's biggest secret. "Tonight, I am making you dinner."

You folded your arms. "And if I say no?"

"You don't get a vote."

"And why exactly don't I get a vote?"

"Because," he replied proudly, "I'm being romantic."

You let out a laugh. "That's your definition of romance?"

"Cooking for my girlfriend?"

He shrugged. "I think it's pretty good."

"It'll be good if we don't call the fire department."

He gasped dramatically. "Have a little faith."

"I do."

Diego sighed as though you were exhausting him. "You know what?"

"What?"

He pointed toward the living room. "Out."

You blinked. "Out?"

He nodded. "Kitchen's closed."

"You haven't even started."

"Exactly."

"So why am I getting kicked out already?"

He gently placed both hands on your shoulders and began steering you toward the doorway. "Because every great chef needs space."

He nudged you into the living room with an overly satisfied grin. "No peeking."

"I wasn't planning on it."

He gave you one last suspicious look before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Not even thirty seconds later, "Where's the olive oil?"

You smiled to yourself. "It should be on the counter somewhere."

Another few seconds passed. "Found it."

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