Aliyah's POV
“Lia, pass me the flour,” Tracy said.
She was grinding flour, trying to make doughs for the picnic.
After another contemplation, we decided to go on a picnic instead. We'd sit on a wrapper in the grass, and watch scenery with shades on.
I grabbed the flour from the counter where it was placed, and handed it to Tracy. But before she could stretch her hand to reach it, a sharp pain cut through my palm and I was forced to let go of the bowl of flour.
The bowl made a loud thud to the floor, the whole flour in it spilling to the ground.
Tracy turned.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she immediately closed the space between us.
I held my palm, groaning in pain even though I wanted to tend to the mess I've created on the floor.
“Hey, you alright?” She asked.
I stare
