Brielle’s Point of View
When Charles asked me to come here for dinner, I knew things will not work out for me. I mean, I knew he would want to cook, or I help him with cooking. Which I did not even know.
We arrived at his condo and my eyes almost popped out when I saw the kind of apartment he has. It was an all-white apartment with an open-plan layout of the living room though it was huge.
We both went to the kitchen with me and asked me to help him with cooking, but I knew I Would immediately mess it up if I decided to start cooking without him.
“I quickly take a shower then come and help,” he said to me as I lowered my head without saying anything. I felt uncomfortable after he asked me because I knew I did not know how to cook.
“Hey.” he walked over to where I was standing as I lo
