I woke up early today and determined to do so every day.
Good routine.
Daina's counsel prompted me to follow it.
Right now, my main focus was Allen.
It's best if I assist Allen forget his traumatic history.
I made breakfast in the motel kitchen.
I opened the fridge and saw a food vlogger on my phone.
She had millions of fans.
I followed her recipe.
I attempted to turn the scoffeek with a spoon, but I splashed oil over myself.
My clothing and hands became oily.
I blistered.
If I didn't solve this mess soon, the kitchen would burn down.
I turned off the burner, anxious.
I walked slowly towards the pan while gagging.
Someone switched off the burner in front of me.
No one even entered the kitchen.
Allen was my hero.He quickly grabbed me.
Then I met his gaze.
I flipped the kitchen.
I tipped over the pan and burned my hands in a frenzy.
I was so humiliated I wanted to hide.
Allen consider me useless?
“What's wrong?”
Holding my hands, Allen asked.