“The Night I Became a Fake Chef” 🍝🔥😂

So last Friday, I went to visit this lady I’ve been talking to — let’s call her Mira.

Curvy, soft-spoken, and has that smile that makes you want to behave but you still misbehave anyway.

I get to her apartment.

She opens the door… bro she’s wearing those silk shorts that look like they were made to start problems.

Then she says,

“Boza, I hope you’re hungry. I want us to cook together.”

Cook.

Together.

That’s the devil’s handshake again. 😭🔥

Problem is, I only know how to cook three things:

eggs, disappointment, and excuses.

But I act confident.

“Aaah I’m the king of pasta. Let me show you magic.”

She hands me onions to chop.

I start cutting them like I’m defending myself in a knife fight.

She looks at me and says,

“Boza… you’ve...