Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven
*Brielle’s POV*
Gosh darn it! How do they make it look so easy in every single romcom in the world?
I crack the next egg into the skillet only to find that there is another shell floating right there on the top. Every movie made breakfast look like some kind of art. In the movies, the breakfast after sex is always this unimaginably pleasant experience. The toast is always a perfect golden brown. The bacon is not trying to set off the smoke alarm by steaming up the entire apartment. Most importantly, the eggs never have any shells in them.
Granted, I definitely do not cook every day. At the same time, I know I am not this inept. Cracking an egg is basic culinary skills one zero one. It is so simple a child can manage without getting every shell imaginable into to pan. Yet, this is my fourth try, and I managed to get shells in four out of four eggs.