I slowly shook my head when Heather forced me to try her newly-baked goods. Her cookies looked like charcoal because they burned out a while ago. She told me to watch her cookies while she was preparing for her fondue. I don't know how to use their oven, so I didn't realize I was burning her cookies.
"Just take a bite so you know what my cookies taste like," she said before she handed me the tray containing the burnt cookies.
Her eyes were fixated on me, and there was also a trace of irritation on her face, especially whenever she could see the smile creeping on my lips while looking at her cookies.
"Just f*****g taste it, Solanna," she demanded, which made me shake my head and chuckle at her. "Do you know how many hours I knead it before, but you just burn it? Do you know what kind of
