“I’m sorry, I did not mean to say to it.” She said when she realized that the word Plagiarism has an impact to me. I look at her, like everything is nothing. “No, you don’t have to apologize, it’s nothing, I already moved on.” I lied, because I still hadn’t moved on from that day. “Anyways, I just want to say that it is my cook. I did not order it the way you think I ordered it. If it taste good, well maybe I should go as a culinary student and not a law one, what do yo think?” She asks me and I just smiled. Well, this girl just learned how to cook, today,, and it ended up being perfect…
I remember my first cook, my father help me figured out all of the ingredients that I will be using, and after I did not, it does not taste good like this, but it is still edible so we ended up eating it,
