~SARA~
Alex rushes over to the stove, his face going pale as he stares at the damage. The stove is still puffing out smoke, and he looks like his whole world just collapsed.
"Are you kidding me?!" He snaps as he whirls at me, eyes blazing. "What did you do to make the freaking stove explode?!"
I wince, now feeling the heat from the stove on my face. It stings. Like the stove sent a blast of heat straight into my face, and I’m standing here like a fool, trying to figure out how I went from a minor cooking disaster to this catastrophe.
“I didn’t mean to blow it up!” I snap back, rubbing my face where the heat hit me. “I’m not exactly a chef like you!”
He glares at me, planting his hands on his hips like a frustrated father scolding a misbehaving child. “What the hell were you thinking?
