“Sha, are you sure about this?” Kat asked worriedly.
“Yes, keep going. You're doing well, Kat,” the taller girl mumbled in reply. She looked over Kat's shoulder, extending her neck to see what the latter was doing.
Kat just kept on stirring through the nearly cooked curry, anxious and nervous at how will it go. “Sharon, what if the food turns our sour, or bitter, or salty?” She asked once more.
Paranoia has taken over Kat. Sharon has just let her do what she wills, with proper but brief guidance. But in spite of Sharon's continuous signals and instructions on how to cook, Kat was still anxious. Sharon's look at her back didn't help at all. She was feeling sick, worried that she might have done, or she might do something and turn the food into something inedible.
“Silly, it won't,” Sh
