Matins pov
I see Sinclair blush, and I feel so happy about it, but I can't make her see how happy I am, “why don't we go put the kitchen in another” I say to her, she smiles her fake smile, I bet her little pride had finally gotten the best of her.
I will make her pay for this, we get to the kitchen, the coolers were neatly are age, making me smile as a new idea to make a play, “there's one rule in grandma kitchen, is a rule that even after death I wouldn't dare break” I said pulling her out of whatever she might have sunk into on our way here.
“ what… What is that'' she stutters? I might have picked her interest, “ well when I was a little boy, grandma used to tell me that there's only one rule in her kitchen and that is listen to the person with more experience” I said she
