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  • Chardonnay...Chardonnay...Please let it be Chardonnay... Gina climbed the stairs of her second floor apartment in a hurry. The grocery bags were heavy and her shoulders ached from the half a mile walk from the market. It was a bright and sunny morning, her hair felt like it had just gotten through a hot steaming machine.In a spectacular feat of juggling, she managed to open the door, still carrying the groceries.
    She kicked off her sandals to feel the soothing coolness of the tiled floor. The air conditioner greeted her with a chilly embrace. She headed for the kitchen, put the shopping bags on the counter and looked at the lonely wine bottle standing amid the plastic juice bottles.

    Sauvignon Blanc! AAaahhh...Why did I buy this bottle of Sauvignon Blanc??? She remembered it was a gift from that guy she no longer dated. Ha! That didn't end well, did it? She smiled and hummed a song while she put the groceries away. She had liked his smile and deep blue eyes, but couldn't stand his work hours. The Sauvignon was put in the fridge to chill. Oh well, someone else will come around.

    She went to the bathroom to wash her hands. The citric sweetness of the perfume she had put on before going out, still lingering in the air. The perfume she had been wearing had been replaced by the aroma of the open market, sweat and the sea. She stared at the mirror for a few seconds. A pretty heart-shaped face, slightly blushing from the outside heat . Big, inquisitive brown eyes looked back. A wide grin quickly vanished as she looked at her body. That dress was a bit too tight. She laughed, what doesn't make you look plump?
    Big pan and a shot of olive oil warming up, while those fragrant shallots were sliced. The smell of garlic covered everything, she diced several cloves. A little panic in the cupboard and the bottled red pepper flakes were found.The smell of the sea started to take over once the clams were put in the sauce. The kitchen felt suddenly like a happy place: Pots singing their warmth, food sharing their smell...
    The linguini were drained and the sauce was place on top of them. It looked epic... and delicious. Immaculate white dish suddenly got filled with warm food. Bottle of wine opened and a glass poured. The perfect cross on the t :)
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