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"I've already placed-" Alexander froze in his tracks.
His emotions could be seen so clearly from afar for the first time. His eyes were fixated on my hands holding the ketchup bottle over the pasta. His gaze then lowered to the plate of pasta doused in ketchup. There was silence.
It was deafening.
"Aryana." He said calmly and made his way over to me. "What are you doing?"
His expression warped as my knowledge of what I was doing sunk in.
"Who taught you this?" He asked, but I could tell he was not asking. I wanted to laugh at how horrified he was at my food combination.
"This is ketchup, Aryana." He continued saying as he lifted the bottle and stared at me.
"It's real tomato ketchup. It's like tomato sauce." I answered in my defense, trying not to laugh out loud. I knew I was triggering him with my words but seeing him all riled up was so much fun.
"It's not tomato for spaghetti!" The disbelief in his voice was a far cry from how composed he usually was. It was interesting to see this side of Alexander.
The way he kept flipping the ketchup bottle was the final straw, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing, but he didn't care. What I had done was too much offense for him to ignore. With him being Italian, I could understand his dilemma.
"This…take this for your American hamburger!" He pushed the bottle into my hands and turned back to the spaghetti, but no words left his mouth as he stared at what he must have thought to be an abomination.
"But this is the best." I couldn't even argue properly as I tried to control my laughter.
He placed his hands on his temple and stared at me in incredulity. "Who is going to eat this?" He returned to the fridge and brought two packaged cheese slices while muttering, "Perché? Perché? Perché?"
“This isAglio e Olio. It's without sauce. This isparmigiano, and this ispecorina. You can put whatever you want, but this is not..." After gesturing toward my plate, he turned back to me with a frustrated look.
"Oh. I thoughtAglio e oliocould be taken with everything." I hid my wide grin behind my hand, deliberating, mispronouncing the food.
"Aglio e Olio!" Alexander stated slowly.
My stomach was aching with how much I was trying to stifle my laughter. My jaw was sore with how wide my mouth had been stretched widely.
Alexander looked fed up with life, and after gesturing his arms around, failing to express himself with words, he turned around without a word and exited the kitchen. I followed after him, howling in hilarity.
"Alexander, come on!" We entered the living room, and I hugged him from the back. "I won't eat it." I appealed to him.
"Promise me you'll never try that again." He demanded with seriousness.
"I promise." I nodded my head frantically, still broadly beaming at my mouth.
"And you'll get rid of that abomination you made."
"But that's a waste of food." I playfully argued.
"Aryana." He tried to sound serious, but I could see the humor in his eyes.
Before I could say anything, there was a knock on the door. At first, I was worried about who it could be as only Tony, Marcello, and Alexander's father were the only ones that knew our location, but Alexander calmed me down.
"It's Tony. He told me he had something to tell me." He picked up a glass of water he must have been drinking earlier and went to the door.
"Make sure you get rid of that abomination." He reminded me with a grin.
I fondly shook my head and went back to the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to do with it exactly. I was tempted to try it out. As I looked between the spaghetti and the bin, I could hear the muffled voices of Alexander and his second in command. I wondered why Tony came over. There wasn't anything that we needed. Our groceries had been stocked just three days ago. Alexander said that Tony had something to tell him, but why couldn't Tony have told him over the phone? It sounded like it was something serious otherwise. Why would Tony want to meet him face-to-face?
There was nothing to worry about, right?
After loading my previous one with ketchup, I set about serving myself another plate of spaghetti. I had tried it, and it honestly didn't taste bad. I would store it and hide it somewhere in the fridge later.
