I'm Not Daria
Fail

I thought a lot about how to ask her out and I couldn't come up with an idea. It's not every day that I have to plan something special for someone special. This is the first time I have to do something like this.

But then I decided the way to a man's heart was through his stomach and I knew how big Devan's appetite was. I know what to do, all thanks to Mario and his magical hand.

I'll cook for him. I'll arrange it pretty to look romantic and then I'll ask her out, imagining this in my mind makes me so dizzy, I can't wait to get started and pour all my feelings on her in the dishes I'm going to make.

I told him to get home from work a little earlier than usual so we could enjoy a special dinner before everyone else.

After an hour or two after lunch, I will start cooking. I have requested that I be alone in the kitchen and there are necessary ingredients so that I do not have to waste time searching for items, I will make three complete dishes for both of us. I am confident and confident that he will like it

When the time came, I went down the stairs, a big smile on my face as I imagined how she would react to watching me cook for her.

My smile disappeared when I saw Devan in the kitchen, eating "What are you doing here?"

"Eat," he said, his mouth full of food.

"I think you ate out today because you didn't come at lunchtime".

"There's a lot of work to be done so don't have time to eat. Now I'm free so there's no need to go back."

Aaaaaa siaaallll

"And this has to happen today?"

"What do you mean?"

I let out a breath.

"Nothing, just get it done. You must be hungry."

He nodded and left. I have to wait until he's done.

Fifteen minutes later, I came back and saw Devan had finished eating, but was just sitting there, scrolling through his phone.

"Devan, are you done eating?"

He's looking up. "Yes"

"Then what are you doing here? You should go to your room and rest."

"I'm not sleepy. I felt so excited despite working so hard today."

Why aren't you tired? I murmured in my heart.

"You have to go."

He looked at me confused. "Where?"

"Anywhere. It's just not here."

"Why?"

"Because the maids will clean up here."

He looked around the clean and shiny kitchen. "It's so clean here. And I cleaned it myself."

"It's just on the surface. You don't know how many bacteria and germs are still in it. They have to clean it up deeply."

"I don't remember them ever cleaning it deeply here."

"You're not in the kitchen 24 hours a day"

"But I know what's going on around here."

I groan. "Please, Devan please, please go."

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing"

"I'm not leaving".

I let out a breath. "Why are you so stubborn?

"Why can't you tell me why you made me leave?"

"That's a secret, okay? I have a plan."

"Alright, continue with your plan. I won't bother him"

Nah! I've ordered all the fresh ingredients this afternoon and I don't want to wait another day to make them. I want to cook when everything is fresh so that it will exude its best taste and flavor.

"Devab," I sat next to him with big eyes and my puppy-like face. I put my hand on his arm and continued. "Please let me have a kitchen for myself for two hours."

He widened his eyes and imitated my gaze. "No."

I groaned again. "Then, don't complain if it turns out to be not as romantic or surprising! And if your answer is no, I'll blame you for it!"

He blinked. "What?"

I stood up and headed to the kitchen table to start making beef tenderloin with red wine sauce. I searched for a recipe and found that this was an easy and elegant dinner with someone special.

As I sort through the ingredients, I felt Devan's presence beside me. "Oh, you'll cook for me. You're gonna ask me out today?"

"Yes" I said slowly. "But you ruined it yourself"

"You can do it another day"

"I ordered the ingredients this afternoon. They're very fresh. I don't want it to be in vain"

He's nodding. "sorry. But don't worry, I won't let this get in the way of my decision, I promise."

"If you say so, I still prefer this to be a surprise, even though I don't want to do this just to ask you out. I really want to cook for you and make you happy."

She smiled and stroked my hair. "okay"

"So now you know, let me do it."

"Let me help." He offered himself, though,

"No, I want to do this myself. Besides, do you know how to cook? Mario is a god in the kitchen.I miss him a lot." I said as I picked up an apron for myself.

She cleared her throat, "I think admitting to missing the guy who likes you in front of the guy you like is not a good thing."

Then he took an apron from me and got into it. "To show you how great I am at cooking," he said, tightening the knot on the back.

"No, I told you I'd do this."

"And I won't listen" he said firmly. He took off the hairband on my wrist and turned my body so that my back was facing towards him. She brushed my hair, her fingers rubbed my hair gently like stroking and tied my hair back with ponytails. "You can help."

I had planned everything carefully, but he would ruin my plan.

I whined a little bit about how this shouldn't have happened, but he had already started with his sauce. With a heavy heart I made it. Two hours later, that should have been an hour and a half if we hadn't been messing around with food and fighting over food or scrambling over the amount of ingredients added, ' he said, the tenderloin beef that sat beautifully on our plate had been arranged on the table while she cleaned the table that we had made a mess.

"It looks good!" I said while stabbing a bit with a fork.

"I'm sure it tastes better than Mario made and gave you."

"Devan, Mario is a chef. You shouldn't feel better than him because he's an expert in this and because this is his profession, just as you are better at business than he is. We all have our own areas of expertise"

"But I'm good. Try to bite and tell me." He's arguing

"All right, can we start?"

"certain"

We immediately ate our food and when I chewed it, I could barely contain my shock. Devan is really good at this. Mario has never made beef tenderloin for me, but he knows it tastes better than this. Devan and I aren't cooks, but they're pretty good. Mario is perfect.

"seen? It's very tasty. I like it." He gushed. "I just realized I'm so hungry."

"me too. We should cook more, maybe, if you have time."

"We'll do it." He promised

"It." I held out a fork towards him. "Eat."

He smiled and bit her. "The sauce is really delicious" he commented

We no longer eat from our own plates. We shared even though we had the same meal on our plate. It was a nice night and I didn't think I could cook better than we both did.

After the two of us were done, Devan helped me wash the dishes and after that it was time for dinner for the others

We went upstairs and invited him into my room to sit on the balcony and gaze up at the few stars we could see or admire the beautiful spacious estate of the Daralyn family.

We had rolled out blankets and curled up inside a warm blanket.

After we had a long conversation about space and the unknown, I learned that he had an obsessive interest in it, I think this is a good time to ask him that question.

"You already know that this dinner plan is to ask you out, so will you go with me?"