Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

"Fruit punch!"

"I'd like that then."

"Alright! Depending on how much of that flavor you want, you add the powder." He dumped about half the packet in, and the red turned into a cloud in the yellow.

She smiled. "Alright, what's next?"

"Lemon juice!" He already had two lemon slices on the counter, and proceeded to squeeze all the juice out out of one into the pitcher, before sticking the other in his mouth like an orange slice.

She giggled. "You do that too?"

"You want one?" He asked, mouth full of lemon. "We got more in the fridge."

She hurried over to their refrigerator and opened it. "Where?" she asked.

"Bottom drawer, in the little tupperware container labelled 'Aaron, don't touch'. He doesn't like lemons."

"How can you not like lemons?" she asked, locating the box.

"They're sour and gross!" Aaron called grumpily.

"The sours makes them good!" she argued, shutting the doors and walking back to Nicky.

"See, Laura gets it!"

She giggled and blushed.

"Hey, I gotta check on the beef, you wanna stir?" Nicky asked Laura, already on his way to the stove.

"Sure," she said, resuming his work with a small smile. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and revealed a tattoo below her ear.

((wow it's in a great spot for him to kiss lol
He watched her for a few moments, a soft smile on his face, before Lilly poked his shoulder, whispering something to him.

;)

Laura glanced over at Nicky and Lilly, then quickly looked back at the pitcher she was stirring.

Nicky listened to Lilly, his face heating up as he replied and turned quickly to the beef.

Laura could feel herself getting anxious and her fingers shook, so she gripped the spoon tighter. Stop!

He began humming softly as he finished with the beef and got a new pan for the tofu. Once done, he came up behind Laura and rested his head on her shoulder, still humming.

She gasped quietly in surprise. "Nicky… you scared me."

"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to see how you were doing." Why was his name coming from her so nice?

"I'm stirring this," she giggled. "I'm doing fine."

The urge to kiss her tattoo was worming it's way into his head, so he focused on watching the lemonade spin. "That's good. So, tofu or beef?"

"Beef," she replied, continuing to stir.

"Uh huh. Favorite musical?" He was desperately trying to distract himself.

"Hamilton," she answered quietly. "Why?"

"Oh, Hamilton is good!" He ignored the last part. "I can rap every single song amazingly. I really like Heathers though."

"Legally Blonde, too," she remarked, leaning her head against his. "Why are you asking me this?"