Viola's breath caught, her lips parting instinctively as his face hovered inches from hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against her mouth, the heavy beat of his heart thumping steadily against her chest, his grip on her waist pulling her in until there was nothing left between them but the anticipation of what came next. He was going to kiss her. And she wanted him to. Badly.
"Now, slowly drizzle in the hot oil while stirring carefully!"
The loud and enthusiastic instruction blasted directly into her ear from the earbud she had forgotten about and shattered the moment like glass hitting tile. Viola jerked back startled, her cheeks flooding with heat as reality crashed back in, and she fumbled to pull the earbud out.
"You should...you should go do your things." She said breathlessly, still not quite meeting his eyes. "I'll get on with the cooking."
