I couldn't help but smile at how surprised she was to seeing me cooking. I had always kind of liked to see the shocked look on peoples faces. That I had this thing I did that surprised people. I guess to them it seemed out of character, but it was a big part of me, of who I was. Food was comforting, we need food to survive, and I like being able to make people happy in that way. Some of the best conversations happen over a dinner table. Something about sharing a meal just puts you at ease.
"Can I help?" She asked.
I turned around and shook my head. "Thanks for offering, but I actually don't like people in my kitchen when I'm cooking."
"What why?"
"I don’t know I just never have. I've been cooking since I was like eight. Mom helped me at first, but I would read recipe books,
