Adrian Zhekova rolled up his sleeves, taking two pieces of meat over to the counter.
The counter was conveniently waist high for Adrian, the perfect height.
Cindy Clarke had already tied on her apron, was pouring flour into a bowl, preparing to mix dough for pastry.
She still hadn't caught her breath from what Adrian had said just a few moments ago.
Attempting to shift her mood through work, she turned her head and saw the expensive shirt Adrian was wearing.
"Wait." Cindy quickly stopped him from starting to tenderize the meat, fetching an apricot for him instead.
"Put this on, or it will splatter on your shirt when you pound the meat." She handed him the apron.
Unexpectedly, Adrian did not accept it.
In response, he showed his dirty hands to Cindy, "I touched the raw meat, my hands are dirty. Help me put it on?"
"Or you could just wash your hands?" She pointed to the sink next to them.