“—and two, they’re awful pics of me. Think what you want about Ulya, she at least knows how to get my good side.” With that, she left.
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Humming pleasantly to herself, Kat poured the bag of frozen mixed vegetables into the pot with the shrimp before adding a little dash of soy sauce and a sprinkle of cayenne pepper for color. Behind her, the rice cooker was blowing a series of starchy brown bubbles.
It was nine o’clock, a little late to be having dinner, but she was starving. Rather than order out, she decided to save her money, and threw together a stir fry out of what was buried at the back of her freezer. While she normally viewed cooking as a chore, tonight the experience felt special. This was the first time in a long time she had been able to cook for herself without worryi
