Gina's POV
I stand by the door of my kitchen, my hands placed on my waist...my mouth opens and closes.
I stare speechlessly at the thick smoke coming from the microwave.
My eyes move to Jay, he's standing in a corner coughing lightly and blowing smoke off his face.
"D-darling, it's... it's..."
He swallowed his explanation as I throw him a fierce glare, my brows knit tightly together in a deep frown.
"You. Want. To. Set. My. Apartment. On. Fire?!" I growled lowly.
He shakes his head, his eyes goes back to the microwave and he rub his ear.
"I just wanted to heat up the food and..." He trails off and turns to me.
His smile wipes off his face when he sees me raising my eyebrow at him... demanding a clear explanation.
"... I shouldn't have used a steel bowl" he said his shoulders slum
