She washed her hands and stood next to me, waiting for me to give her directions.
- Do you want to try making the dough? - Sasha nodded vigorously with a smile.
- Okay, are you allergic to seafood or anything other than food? - I asked to get to know him even better.
- Mmm. I'm allergic to peanuts and some animal hair, but I rarely get a reaction. - She replied as she made the sauce for the pasta.
- I see. - I said, making a salad while Sasha struggled with the bag of pasta that wouldn't open.
- Let me help you. -
I walked over to where she was, opened the envelope and then went to wash the shrimp.
- Are you allergic to anything? -
- No, I don't think so. - I replied, finishing with the shrimp and setting it aside.
I proceeded to take the meat out of a bowl and began to season it while I carefully cooked it.
- Where did you learn to cook? - He stared at me as I did my thing.
- My sister used to cook. -