"__________, could you get me the onions out of the fridge," Francis asked his assistant.
___________ nodded and ran off. Francis sighed with relief; she had been watching his every movement all morning. It wasn't that odd, seeing as she was his assistant. But they weren't children anymore, they were grown up and ___________ had turned out to be a beautiful woman.
Francis didn't know when he had first noticed her as an adult. But now he did and the line between friendship and more was getting blurred.
"Here," ___________ said handing Francis more onions. "How can I help?"
Francis handed her a list, "Get these out of the pantry and I'll teach you the new dish we are serving this week."
"Ok," ____________ said smiling. Francis blushed as she ran off again. She was just too cute. In his moment of weakness he turned off the stove and quietly followed her to the pantry. Quietly he closed the door behind them.
"Oh Chef Francis, I can't seem to read this one." _________ said jumping when she noticed he was behind her. "You seem to have written the rest in French."
"Oui, let me see," Francis said standing close to her. __________ held her breath, Francis had long been her friend now that they were adults she was noticing him in a different way and she had a hunch he did too. "It says apples, five."
____________ nodded and reached for the red fruit at the same time Francis did. Their hands touched and both blushed. "Th-thank you."
Francis nodded and watched as she collected the rest of the ingredients. "___________..."
"Would you like to umm…go out sometime?"
"T-to discuss some new recipes."
__________ nodded and ran off.
'Well…it's a start.' They both thought.