When the doorbell rang, Lance ran back to his room and was ready to lock himself in there for the weekend.
He went down again and looked at clueless Paige.
Ignoring his mind going, 'How cute,' he went to the door and opened it.
Seeing Natasha standing before his door, he felt a bucket of ice water pouring over his head.
He felt just cold, trying to suppress his scowl.
Not even the weekends? Does he have to see her daily for the rest of his life?
It didn't matter anymore how much he pitied her, he felt goosebump rising on his skin.
Natasha beamed at him.
"I was free, so I wanted to come here and cook for you two."
She had a bag with ingredients with her.
He wanted to throw the door in her face but stepped aside to let her in.
At least his brain had rebooted, and he felt a lot calmer.
This infatuation- he could win against it.
