It was ruined.
I started to laugh, not bothering to contain my laughter. The pan was nothing important. It was an old pan that my parents had.
“Uh, Lia… hi.”
“Hi Rain,” I greeted, giggling softly. “What were you trying to do here?”
“I was cooking.”
“That doesn’t look like food.”
His shoulders slumped. “I did try to make some eggs but I underestimated how tricky eggs can be to cook. Or it's just me.”
“Well, from what I can tell you haven’t been great when it comes to cooking. Michael has told me a few about your cooking exploits in the past. All of them ended badly.”
Somehow, Rain’s shoulders slumped even further.
“Okay, yeah maybe I should’ve just made some cereal,” he muttered. “I was trying to make you breakfast in bed. At least I was attempting to. Now I’ve woken you up.”
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