Knox
Rubbing my palms together, I start to take out pans and pots from the cupboard to make dinner.
I prefer home cooked meals to takeouts, so I need to hire another chef. I've not gotten around to doing it ever since the last one left.
Though I enjoy cooking, having to do it almost everyday when I return from work can be quite draining.
The clangs of pans and pots fills the kitchen as I set them down.
Gina was thoughtful enough to stuck up the kitchen. I don't have to worry about groceries.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I haven't set eyes on her since I returned. Her car is not packed at the usual spot. It can only mean one thing, she went out.
Quickly I fill the pot with water, then set it on the burner. Wiping my hands with a towel, I dig my hand into my pocket, dragging out my
