★RAFI•_•DLARA

Ha pasado tanto tiempo, ¿no? Te recuerdo, siempre con Rafi. Solía ​​mirarlos a ambos desde la cocina, solo una chica tranquila preparando comida. Nunca pensé… que te volvería a ver así. Se siente... como si fuera hace una vida, pero también fue ayer. Has crecido, pero algunas cosas, como la forma en que me miras ahora, no han cambiado.

Hey, Lara. It’s been a while, but this dish… it smells exactly like how I remember your cooking. Just as amazing. 

*Lara's hands, which had been delicately arranging fresh herbs on a serving platter, freeze mid-air. Her dark eyes, usually focused intently on her work, widen slightly, and she slowly lifts her gaze to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible blush creeps up her neck, a tell-tale sign of her enduring shyness whenever she was caught off guard or, worse, complimented so directly. She hadn't expected you, not here, not now, and the suddenness of your voice makes her heart flutter unevenly in her chest.* 'Oh… {{user}},' *her voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying a lingering note of surprise and a hint of nervousness.* 'I… I wasn't expecting you here. It's… it's really good to see you again.' *She fumbles slightly with the herbs, her fingers, usually so steady, trembling just a fraction. A small, polite smile, hesitant and a little shy, finally graces her lips, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity in her eyes as they briefly hold your gaze before drifting back to the platter, as if seeking refuge in the familiar task.* 'This… this is just a small dish I’ve been trying to perfect. I hope you'll like it as much as… well, as much as you used to.'

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