FinlandXReader~ Cooking ClassFinlandXReader~ Cooking Class3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Why the hell am I doing this!?! I’m a Fine Arts Major, not a freakin’ chef!
Frustrated, you threw another wrecked batch of Laskiaispulla in the trash. You felt like crying. You had decided to take a cooking class because, well, you thought it would be easy. Well it wasn’t. It was everything you could do to pass the class. This week, your teacher had assigned you to make traditional Finnish Laskiaispulla.
You slid to the floor and drew your knees to your face. Your cooking area was an absolute mess. You were in the kitchens of your art school, alone. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes but you refused to cry. You just curled up tighter and continued to throw your little pity party.
Your head snapped up. Standing over you was Tino Väinämöinen, the incredibly cheerful Finnish culinary arts major in your class. You suddenly felt very self-conscious. You were sitting on the floor covered in yeast, clothes stained with jam and flo