Melody
The kitchen is a little bit of a mess thanks to my dinner-making skills. It turns out that while I can cook, I"m not particularly good at actually managing to keep things clean at the same time. Which isn"t so good when Josh will be here at any minute, I don"t want it to look like I"m too chaotic.
I put the pasta bake into the oven and turn my attention to the sink, determined to at least make a start on the washing up. I suppose I can blame the mess on one of my other flatmates, but that doesn"t feel very fair when they"ve done nothing wrong.
The door to the kitchen opens and my heart skips a beat at the thought that Josh would be coming in already, except that it"s not going to be the case when he hasn"t messaged or rang the doorbell yet.
"Hey, Mel," Zoya says.
"Oh, hey." I s
