"Remind me once more, where am I going tonight?" Sierra asked from where she was lounging on the couch, playing her PSP.
I turned off the mixer and wiped my forehead with my forearm, the only part of my hand that wasn't sticky with the dough at the moment.
"I have honestly no idea. And I don't ask, I just bake."
Tonight was New Year's Eve and we were invited to some party organized by someone we didn't know somewhere we have never been. Easy to predict, neither of us was extremely fond of going, but we decided to come for a while. So far, I've spent the whole day in our little kitchen, since I've been asked to bake something. Sierra, on the other hand, set up a camp in our living room and tried her best to convince me to stay.
Sierra. Convincing me not to go to the party. Yeah, life wa
