"Hmm~ hmm~…"
"Hmmm~ hmmm~… hmmhmm~..."
As Kyle humd happily, he carefully moved about the kitchen of his apartnt in Greenwich Village, New York in an effort not to bump into Christina who had volunteered to help out.
The lady had been the first to arrive today.
No sooner had she arrived though, she had opted to aid Kyle in his preparation of the dessert for today's get together.
As of the mont, drying her hands after doing the dishes, the lady was taking off her apron.
Kyle on the other hand, after retrieving the evenly spaced, rakin-filled tray from the oven a few seconds later, a rich yet subtle, enticing waft of vanilla which had previously been filling up the entire apartnt, beca even more pronounced.
Adding finishing touches onto it, the young man, sprinkled thin layers of sugar on top each of rakin of custard, after which he then caralized it with a kitchen torch.
Satisfied with his final product, Kyle couldn't help but audibly complent himself as he picked up the tray;
"Perfect."
Christina signed to him, the pupils of her ever-green irises dilating a bit as she gazed at the crè brûlée.
Its perfectly crisp and golden-brown crust was a literal eye-catcher to say the least.
"Maybe I should…" Kyle, unable to sign due to his hands full, responded to the lady with a light smile.
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