Jacob was laughing so hard he was practically dying.
He kept switching between filming Diana and Matthew.
Then the song suddenly stopped, and Diana spun toward the stairs, locking eyes with Matthew.
To keep the others from hearing, he brought the phone's microphone close to her mouth and whispered:
_"And it was the moment that they knew, they fu.cked up!"
Then he burst out laughing.
he didn't realize the video was still recording. Matthew and Diana, both shocked by the unexpected third voice, jumped up instantly.
Jacob, seeing their reactions, started coughing uncontrollably from laughing so hard.
_"Oh man…
You're gonna come after me to delete this video, huh?
But let me tell you now it's useless.
I'm making a hundred backups."
Both of them stared at him, dumbfounded, and said at the same time:
+-"...What video?"
Jacob doubled over laughing, hands on his hips.
These two were just too good! Still laughing, he locked himself inside a room and shut the door.
Matthew quietly headed for the couch and got absorbed in his laptop.
Diana returned to her cooking. Jacob made sure to back up the video a few times, saving it to his email and other places, before finally leaving the room.
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.
.
About forty minutes later, Diana called out:
-"Gentlemen, dinner's ready."
They jumped up quickly, trying to talk business, but the delicious smell filling the whole mansion and their growing hunger made it impossible to focus.
Diana bent forward slightly in a respectful gesture, pulled out two chairs for them, and motioned for them to sit.
-"Tonight's special from Chef Diana: Chicken Stroganoff!"
Matthew and Jacob sat down, practically fuming with hunger.
She reached for the wine bottle to open it, but her hands were a bit shaky from hunger, and when she popped the cork, it splashed onto her T-shirt.
-"Oh, come on... seriously? Right now?"
She glanced over and noticed both of them were staring at her intently.
A bit puzzled but unfazed, she turned toward her room.
-"You can start without me."
Barely a second passed before the sound of clinking cutlery echoed through the room.
She quickly changed clothes and returned only to find their plates empty.
-"How... how is that even possible?! That fast?"
Ignoring their innocent expressions, she sat down and began to eat her own portion.
But before she could finish her second bite, their intense stares made her snap.
-"What? What's the problem now?"
They both looked at her plate, eyes wide.
-"Oh my God, are you not going to say anything?"
Frustrated, she stood up, grabbed the pan, and hovered over them.
-"I'll serve more, but you better eat it slowly."
She portioned out another round. This time, they ate more carefully.
She even went for a third serving before they finally leaned back, satisfied.
_"Diana... you're killing us here."
She smirked.
-"You're welcome."
Then she looked at Matthew, who was quietly sipping wine and lost in thought.
_"Why didn't you ever mention you could cook like this?" jacob asked.
-"Because up until now, I was crying in my room every night."
Silence.
Jacob broke the tension with a teasing tone:
_"Why don't you stop tormenting her so she'll cook for us more often?"
Matthew just shrugged indifferently.
+"She brings it on herself…"
-"Why do you always say that?" Diana muttered.
_"Alright, alright..enough. We just had dinner. Let's not turn it into another fight."
That was Jacob, trying to diffuse the tension.
Diana stood up as she spoke:
-"You two can do the dishes."
Matthew blinked, stunned.
+"What?"
Jacob gave him a nudge on the arm.
_"Come on. Be a gentleman. She cooked. We clean."
Matthew grumbled under his breath.
+"I work too, you know…"
_"Move." Jacob replied.