𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

{17} Thief *AU*

"Hey Newt? I'm going to go to the bathroom for a minute."

A distracted Newt replied, "Yeah, yeah. Of course, no problem."
He was standing at the kitchen counter, cooking dinner for them.

Five minutes later, and Y/N came back in to carnage. Smoke was rising uncontrollably from the pan, setting off the alarms as Newt tried desperately to fan it with a tea towel.
Laughing, Y/N rushed over, turning off the cooker before switching the smoke alarm off.

"How on earth do you burn french toast?" She laughed at his sooty face, removing the towel from his hands and wiping his face with it as he placed his hands on her hips.

"I honestly have no idea how you don't burn it."

She exploded in a fit of giggles at his ineptness when it comes to cooking, "Maybe leave the cooking to me from now on? You can do the dishes and set the table."

"That sounds fair to me." He guided her hands to the back of his neck, and began slow dancing with her to the song that came on the radio.
Realisation crossed his face and pushed his eyebrows up to his hairline, "Is that my hoodie?"

She looked down cheekily and nodded, "Why, yes. Yes, I do believe it is."

Then he understood that she stole it when she was 'at the bathroom'.
Smirking at her, he kissed her before saying, "Keep it. It looks good on you."

"I know."