Moving around the island, you went to her purse that was hanging over a chair at the bar. I printed it out, so it has to be somewhere.” She turned back to her delicious-smelling concoction, grabbing a pinch of salt and sprinkling it over the pan. “No, baby, you know I can’t keep up with all my files. Lizzie had the range light on which cast a soft golden hue over her as she turned to you. It was dusk outside, a blue hue coming in through the glass doors that led to the patio. “Is it not on your laptop?” you asked her, turning to see her with one hand on her hip, swaying side to side as she took a break from stirring to hold the spoon in the air. Her laptop was sitting on the island, a playlist of her favorite old songs dancing in the air along with the sound of sizzling coming from the stove Lizzie was standing over. You had been simply sitting on the counter and watching her, having no use after you chopped all the ingredients for her and snacked on at least a third of them. You could see only the outline of her dark eyelashes and her brows which were furrowed in focus, her lips pursed as she tried to remember where she put the recipe. Her soft blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, her bangs curtaining the sides of her face. Lizzie was in the middle of making something new for dinner, wearing her navy blue turtleneck underneath her white apron. “Honey, can you grab my wallet and see if I put that recipe in there? I know I printed it out and put it somewhere.”Īs Lizzie mumbled to herself about all the places she could have stashed the recipe and forgot about it, you giggled and hopped off the counter.
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