"You're really going to help me cook?" Lina asks, laughing as I tie an apron around my waist.
"I'm going to try," I say. "But I'm warning you - I have no idea what I'm doing."
"That's okay," she says, stepping close to fix my apron. "I don't really either. But we can figure it out together."
Together. I like how that word sounds when she says it.
I bought fresh fish and vegetables this morning. Nothing fancy, but enough that we'll have to work as a team.
"So what do we do first?" I ask.
"Well," Lina says, pulling out a cutting board, "we start by cutting up the vegetables. It's pretty simple."
She shows me how to hold the knife. Her hands guide mine. I like feeling her close to me.
"Like this?" I ask, doing it wrong on purpose so she'll correct me.
She laughs. "No, not like that. Here."
She stands behind me, her hand over mine, moving the knife through the vegetables. Her chest is against my back. I can smell her perfume - something light and nice.
