No Room

Amara wasn't kidding when she said Claire might burn down the house.

Her carefree way of cooking left me flustered as she nearly put dishwashing liquid into the bowl, and put the bowl of batter into the oven.

I assumed she couldn't read Japanese despite being able to speak it....as for the bowl...Let's give her the benefit of the doubt.

As I followed the instructions I found on the internet, I found making the macadamia cookies surprisingly easy.

Claire chewed on the nuts, while she watched me after I had exiled her there to the bar stool counter.

"Do you bake a lot?"

"No... actually, this is my first time."

"Forreal? I thought you might know how to make chocolate for like Valentine's day or something."

"... That's a girl thing."

I didn't quite know what she was talking about but I took a guess.

"Then you've never celebrated white day?"

"I mean... I usually just bought something for my Mom."

Her eyes curved at me.

"Don't tell me, your Mom is the only one who gives you choc