You smile happily, sliding your finger on the porcelain plate, a bit of red tomato sauce sticking to your finger. You never knew that Lovina cared about you, especially to make a pasta bowl for you, which is especially rare since you never, never saw her give something as important as pasta.
While licking your reddened finger, the sauce tasting seriously good, you smiled to yourself. You noticed that the plate was a little bit too large, enough for two servings.
You jogged towards the table, putting the plate on it, along with the fork.
"Lovina," You lean on the sofa, "Wanna eat the pasta with me?"
Lovina turned around, dropping her earphones. Even if she was pouting, something in her eyes sparkled.
"Why?" She asked, with a smug look, her weird twirl on her head looking even more twirled (How is that possible?) on top of her head.
"Because I fear I couldn't finis-"
"Not finish pasta?!" She yelled out, surprising you. She approached her beautiful but not attractive at all face towards yours. "Listen here, you little shit, pasta is fucking life. EAT LIFE OR DIE."
Well, you weren't sure how to react when you got the small whiff of the perfume you picked for yourself last weekend, probably because it was your favourite and Lovina mentioned that it smelled incredibly bad, though it wouldn't make sense because you just smelled it on her now. You decided not to mention it, since you were hungry as hell now, and needed to eat life.
You threw your hands before you defensively, Lovina cute- I mean- twirl brushing your hand. As soon as your skin touched the strange looking hair, Lovina's cheeks went red as-well- red as tomatoes. Her frown dropped replaced by a confused stare. Considering that she seemed to notice that face and decided to become a bear in hibernation in the sofa, covering herself with pillows and sheets and screaming and muttering to herself in Italian, you looked quite baffled too.
With a large sigh, you get up and went to the table, taking up the fork and stabbed a noodle, mixing the noodles with the deliciously smelling tomato sauce. You mixed it for some time before you stopped and ate a noodle. It was delicious... You began eating.
Something must've poked Lovina out of her stupor because you heard "Gimme' that." and a hand groping for the fork from behind you. A warm body pressed up against yours, not making you blush at all. You looked behind you, and indeed, was Lovina, her hair a bit disheveled. She sat next to you, giving you a defiant gaze of glory, though there was nothing to be defiant about, and took a big chomp of it.
"I thought you didn't want to eat with me..?" You say, with a bit of question in your voice.
"I never said that!"
"Well, can I eat too?" You pointed at the now half gone plate of food, since she ate one third of it in the 5 short seconds that she had sat there.
She grumbled under her voice, poking the tomatoes, like if not wanting to share.
"Open your mouth."
"What?"
She had rolled a few strings of noodles around the fork and hovered it before your face.
"Are you…trying to feed me?" You gasped.
She death glared you. You ate it in one mouthful.
It was still delicious, though your heart was audible to your ears.
"….Is it good?" She muttered.
You nodded and gulped it down. You smiled afterwards.
She just clicked her tongue, though her seemingly annoyance seemed a bit contrary to the smile she was trying to hold back.
"Oy, potato bastard." She said, after putting the empty plate down and wiping the left over tomato sauce on her chin, with a kinda satisfied grin. "Now you owe me something."
"What?"
"Did you really think I gave you a pasta bowl without something in compensation?"
You sighed and smiled. Well, of course, she was going to do that. You should've have seen it coming, stupid reader.
"What do I have to do?"
"Well, there's a new bra shop downto-."
"…No."