(27) Fell For His Trap

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Gabby little Gabby- I watch in horror as number of utensils fall from the rack. I curse under my breathe as I start picking them up. Cooking was never my thing. Never. And here I am in a kitchen, trying to cook with rest of my team members. And who is to blame for such mess? Nathan f*****g Wagner. Actually, its your fault. You fell in his trap. I turned a little to see Nathan sitting on the nearest bonfire rubbing his hands and watching me failing attempts at cooking. I gave him an angry glare and got a chuckle in return. "Do you think this is funny?" I asked him, folding my hands. "Amusing" He said, putting a hand on his stomach. "I am so hungry, when will the food be ready?" "You can have it there" I pointed to the table where the food was being set by my other team members. "Bu

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