"I got it. Why don't you take this instead." I trade the bottle for two eggs.
She collects them and walks over to the counter, seemingly relieved that she didn't have to do much work.
I grab the remaining ingredients from the fridge and close the door before going to join her.
Once everything’s on the counter, I mimic her stance, with my hands on my hips. "Now what?"
She's so cute, standing like a little boss in the large kitchen.
I decide to let her do her own thing so she feels comfortable around me. She seems like a quiet girl, and if being in charge here gets her out of her shell, then I'm willing to let her instruct me.
"You have to put me on the counter first. I can't see anything from down here."
Oh, right. I forgot. She'd probably been staring at the marble tiles all th
