"Do you even know how to cook?" The question slipped out of his mouth and Elijah regretted them at the last minute.
Adele glared at him so intensely that if eyes were bullets, no, he was simply thankful she didn't pull out her gun - he knew she had it on her somewhere. No Luciano goes out without defense.
"I know what I'm doing," Adele glared at him, yet was going through the recipe on her phone, brows drawn together in concentration. She had never cooked in her entire life, but a pancake shouldn't be too hard to cook, right?
"You're not doing it right," Elijah sighed when he couldn't just look on anymore.
"Heat over low-medium heat," He walked up to her from behind, and then through the space on her sides, he adjusted the gas heat.
At that action, Adele glanced up at him while he continued saying, " Any further than that and your pancake would burn before it's done, " Elijah taught her without noticing how absorbed she was in staring at him.
