Olive nearly jumped out of skin, and with a yelp, she whirled around, the hot water form the stirring spoon in her hand flying everywhere, including her face.
“Merlin, Al, you idiot!” She said as she dropped the spoon and rubbed at her face, trying to wipe away the scalding droplets of water. She scowled at him, and bent to pick up her spoon, knocking him in the shin with it as she rose. She did a twirl to show off her apron, and added a curtsy to finish.
“I never forget the olives, my clever boy. It’s the best part,” As she said this, she picked up the olives she had set aside, and dropped them one by one into the salad. As she moved on to the alfredo sauce she was mixing, she gave him a little smirk. “Much better than the sauce, of course.” One of Olive’s favorite things was picking on Alfred. He was cute when he was flustered.
It was weird seeing him. She hadn’t seen him all summer and honestly, she missed him, though she’d never say it aloud without making a joke out of it.
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