“N-nathan? What are you doing?”
He was just about to throw the spatula away in frustration when his gaze shifted to me. His face twisted in anger, and he shook his hand as if trying to shake off the pain. His irritation was immediately evident, and I could tell by the look on his face that our eyes had made contact while my mind raced wondering what was wrong.
I look at him from top to bottom and quickly see that his right hand is hurt, probably from getting burnt. My eyes get big when I see the stove, and I can clearly see smoke coming from it. He was probably cooking when he got burned.
“It’s burning!”
I hastily rush towards the stove, quickly turning off the burner before it can do any more damage. Waving my hand in front of my face to remove the smoke, I take a quick glance at Nat
