SEVENTEEN

I take back my words when I said how hard it can be to learn to cook.

It was freaking hard. Literally. I was certain Zoey was already fed up with me. If it wasn’t for the distasteful pout on her lips, then the glare in her eyes said it all as she stared at the burnt egg before trailing off to look at the discarded burnt eggs in the bin.

"At least this looks a bit edible." I smiled hesitantly, lifting the pan of burnt eggs.

Her glare moved from the pan to my face, then back to the pan; the frown on her face was deep. "None of it looks edible, Mani." She cried out, nearly looking pained.

I chuckled, nervously dropping the pan on the counter. "You know what they say about the seventh time being the charm?"

" What?..." She calls out, perplexed. "Definitely not for you, Mani. You have done enough cooking for the day."

"But... I really want to learn." I prod.

" Really? How is it going then?" Zoey asked sarcastically.

"I will have you know that my heart truly is in it; though it might not