She pointed at her chest and tilted her head to the side. Was Callan asking if she had a dead sibling? She looked at him again and was about to talk when he expatiated to her level of comprehension.
"Can you cook?"
"Oh," Orla heaved a sigh. Different thoughts had muddied up her mind and she wondered how she was going to tell Callan the whole thing. "What do you think, Callan?" Smiling has become so easy these few days whenever they talk.
"I would say no if you asked me. Or wait," he poured some strawberry juice into the glass and passed it to her. "Is it a yes but you don't cook because I have never told you to do that? I mean, we always order our meals."
"Oh," she blushed. "Thank God we always order our meals because you would have eaten poison if you ever let me into that kitchen of
