"Come on, giving me one pancake isn't going to kill you," Aziz said, his voice smooth and utterly relaxed as he leaned against the marble island, watching her storm around the kitchen.
βZahra glared at him, clutching her spatula like a broadsword. "Itβs the principle of the thing! You are unbearable, arrogant, and you keep invading my space!"
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