Prompt: "hi we're neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that's just embarrassing? step aside i'll handle this"
Diana cursed once more as she stared at the contents in the pot in dismay. How had she managed to screw this up? Pasta wasn't supposed to be hard! And this was instant pasta!
She sighed as she flopped down onto one of the stools in front of her counter. She laid her head in her arms on the bench. How was she supposed to even learn to cook if she couldn't even make a simple instant pasta?
It was then that she read the knock on the door. "Ms Prince? I smelt something burning. Are you alright?"
Diana got up from the door and went to open the door. "Hello, Steve," she said with a smile on her face as she greeted her neighbour. "How many times I have told you to call me Diana?"
He gave her a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, force of habit," he said. He peered over her shoulder into her apartment. "I smelt something burning, and I just wanted to check and see if you're alright."
Diana's smile was tight. "Just another failed attempt at learning how to cook," she said shortly.
"Um," said Steve, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "Do you want some help? I do know how to cook, and I can teach you if you want."
Diana stepped aside and let him into her apartment. "That would be lovely Steve. Come on in."
She noticed that Steve had to bite his lips to stop himself from bursting out into laughter when he saw the state of the kitchen. "You're the burn water type, aren't you?" he said, unable to fight the grin that had formed on his face.
Well, at least he didn't laugh. Diana rolled her eyes. "I am well aware of my deficiencies in the kitchen," she said. "That was why I wanted to learn how to cook."
"Well, you would learn much better if you had someone helping you," said Steve. "I'll bring over some stuff from my apartment, and we can make a simple pasta dish together."
Diana crossed her arms. "Simple by your definition, or by mine?" It was a valid question to ask. Steve was an excellent cook - she could tell by the delicious smells that wafted over from his apartment. That was part of the reason she cultivated a friendship with him - in the hopes that she might one day actually get to taste his cooking. It was then she realised something - why was she even questioning this? Steve was in her apartment, offering to teach her to cook. She should take it!
Diana shook her head and grinned. "In any case, I would love to get some lessons from you. Maybe I would be able to move up from 'burns water' to 'makes fives dishes'".
Steve laughed. "I really hope so. I'll see you in a few minutes, Diana."
Steve willed his heart to stop thumping so fast. He was actually going to be able to spend time with Diana Prince! And if this cooking lesson went well, she might ask him to teach her some more!
His grandmother would always say that a way to a man's heart was through his stomach, and he hoped that it would be the same for women as well.
He quickly gathered up the ingredients he would need and placed them in a basket. Diana might not ever fall for him, but it can't hurt to try.