As Bree got home in the evening she couldn't stop thinking about what happen today. She was becoming strange. The more she thought the more she felt that chef Leonardo looks familiar. But she didn't know from where. As she walked to her favorite spot in the garden and sat down on the large swing. She just wanted to clear her mind and stop thinking about his kisses. But she didn't had a chance to do so since she heard someone footsteps. Bree smiled in the dark because she knew who's footsteps were.

- Hi. Playboy uncle. You finally appeared.What took you so long?

- Shouldn't be good evening uncle? Not playboy uncle. When do you plan to stop calling me that way? You're lucky since you're my favorite niece. Or else...

- I will stop calling you uncle when I will not see your picture every 2-3 weeks with a different woman on the tabloids.

- Haha. You shouldn't believe everything that you read.

- Are you saying that is not true?

- Enough about me. What's with your long face? Bad day at work?

- No. Work is fine. I don't want to tell you because you'll laugh at me.

- I promise I won't. Did I ever do that?

- Don't make me start telling you how many times you did that in the past.

- I'm serious now. I won't laugh, I can see that you are troubled by something. I'm the only one that knows the real you.

- Promise you won't laugh.

- Promise. I even brought your favorite vanilla ice cream. Said her uncle as he sat down next to her on the swing.

- Someone kissed me today. More than once. He stole my first kiss when we were on the TV station.

As Bree finished telling her uncle the rest of the story, she

looked at her favorite uncle to see if he is laughing at her.

What she see was her uncle solemn face as he contemplated something.

- Do you want me to beat him up?

- Haha. You're funny uncle. If I want you to beat him up it would be in a cooking contest... But since you don't know how to cook... Said Bree with a grin on her face.

- Then teach me so that I challenge him so that I can avenge my niece.

- Ok. Then starting tomorrow be prepared for the first lesson. Now help me eat the ice cream before it's melt since you brought a large one...

- Fine. Everything for my favorite niece. Even thou vanilla is not my favorite. Said her uncle with a sullen face.

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After the finished the giant ice cream they went inside as Bree wished her uncle good night and thanked him for today. She doesn't know what will happen tomorrow when she will see chef Leonardo, but at least for tonight she doesn't want to think about him anymore...
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