She whisked the pan with the finesse of an expert, and heavy, spicy aromas tinged her nose with each flick of her wrist to taunt her taste buds. Prior to Antonio's saucy cooking class, Carla swore to never spend another second of her life in a kitchen again. Perhaps it was the way his "r"s rolled gently off his lips while demonstrating the proper mixing technique that caused her to reacquaint herself. Or the rhythmic way he moved about the cooking space, as if the spatula was his tango partner. That was probably it – after all, she is only human.
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