Kenna woke up to the aroma of something burnt lingering in the air. She rubbed her eyes and slowly made her way, still sleepy, following the smell to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, her eyes were met with an unusual sight: Adrian was there, standing with a napkin in hand, trying to wave away the smoke coming from a pot on the stove.
- Adrian, what’s going on? - Kenna asked, coughing as the smoke irritated her airways.
Adrian turned quickly, surprised to see Kenna. An awkward smile appeared on his face as he struggled to find the right words.
- Good morning, Kenna. - he said, still waving the smoke away. - I... I was trying to make breakfast for us.
Kenna observed the scene for a moment, noticing the pot now almost black on the stove. She couldn't help but laugh, seeing that Adr
