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Lance rushed over to his fellow chef with the needed bowl of cream in his hand, muttering under his breath about how the Italian should have gotten it sooner while Antonio waved at the countertop to show the Canadian where to put it.

Two steps away, Lance slipped on some spilled water, the bowl of cream flying through the air and splashing all over Antonio's black chef's jacket and pants, making the Italian gasp and swirl around in surprise.

"Shit, I..." Lance muttered, dabbing at Antonio's shirt with a napkin to catch the worst of the stains, trying desperately not to blush as Antonio leaned in to ask him whether Lance had spilled the cream solely to have an excuse to touch him.