28: make pasta or burn pasta? !

Silas had left his office , eager to make the best garlic mushroom pasta Avery had ever had.

Considering his near-nonexistent culinary skills, he knew it wouldn't be a smooth ride. But for once, he was oddly optimistic. If this was what it took to win Avery back—or at least, make her talk to him again—then he would pour his soul into it. Even if it meant burning the kitchen down in the process.

The moment he stepped into the grand, marble-lined kitchen, he looked around like a general inspecting his battlefield. He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, loosened his tie, and turned to the head cook. "I'll need all the ingredients for garlic mushroom pasta. And no one is allowed to step inside the kitchen once I begin. Got it?"

The poor chef blinked. "Sir... are you sure—"

"I'm sure," Silas said, his voice low but firm. "And don't worry. I won't poison anyone."