AHYAN
Just as I finish washing my hands, the door to the kitchen bursts open. I roll my eyes when I see Nur standing there, looking around in awe.
“Do you make pizza in this?” She asks, opening the commercial oven.
“Why, do you want me to roast you?”
I grumpily take out yeast powder and move to get some water in a huge bowl.
“Wow,” She says, leaning against the oven. “I don’t understand how a person can live with such a bad attitude.”
Ignoring her, I mix the ingredients together.
Her small frame comes to stand next to me. “Is there something I can do to help? Oh, wait, can I mix thi-”
I move the bowl and my hand to the left, away from her hand. “Don’t bother me.”
Steamy anger radiates off her. “Bother you? I’m here to see how everything is made, not to sit around and talk.”
Slam
