"Neither do I, so, we're equal!" I cut her off, flashing a quick toothy grin.
"That's not how it works, fucking dumbass," she grumbles.
I roll my eyes at her, letting her arm go when we reach the kitchen.
2 employees wander around in the kitchen, shuffling things around.
"You two are dismissed for the time being, me and Azzy will bake!" I smile excitedly.
They turn my way, thank me then scurry out the kitchen to wherever.
"Okay, what should we make?"
She narrows her eyes at me. "I didn't even agree to this.. I don't know."
"You suggested it, but anyway, we should make the classic!"
She raises an eyebrow.
"Cookies?"
"Yep! You up for my astonishing cooking skills?"
"Sure, sure," she replies, the corners of her lips curving up slightly.
My mission to brighten up her mood seems to be going pretty damn good, perfect!
"Should I look for a recipe?" She questions, seeing I haven't.
"Nope! I'm sure we can make our own with a little bit of motivation!" I reassure, mainly reassuring myself.
Again, she narrows her eyes at me.
I simply grin, then start getting ingredients, ones that I think are meant to go into cookies.
Flour, butter, sugar (white and brown), baking powder and chocolate chips.
That's it.. hopefully.
"That's all!" I announce, having gathered the ingredients I think are necessary.
"Don't you need salt too?"
"Ew.. why would you add salt to cookies?"
"Uh.." she trails off, quickly grabbing her phone and asking siri.
Smiling, she answers, "To enhance flavor and make it chewier."
"Nah, let's just not add it,"
She rolls her eyes, "You just don't want to admit I'm right, like always. I'm always right."
"Sure I don't. It's just not needed." I scoff.
"No, c'mon, just admit you're wrong, Elli," She taunts playful.
"I am not, ugh just shu-"
"What are you guys doing?" Aidan cuts me off, appearing out of nowhere.
"The fuck did you come from?" Me and azalea ask at the same time.
"I asked a question.." He mumbles impatiently.
"Well, we were meant to be making cookies, but this- crackhead thinks there's no salt in cookies!" She exclaims, glaring at me.
"Cause you don't put fucking salt in cookies, you stupid shit!" I argue back.
"Hey, calm down, just use a recipe," Aidan suggests, smartass.
"Oh, right.." I sigh.
"That's literally what I suggested-"
I whip out my phone, searching a recipe for cookies on safari.
"Found one, thanks, I guess."
"Sure," Aidan replies, smirking mischievously.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Her Arrival
AventuraShe's an innocent girl who lived with her alcoholic abusive father. Her life was barley manageable, especially when she was separated from her biological family at such a young age. When her father mysteriously dies from a car crash, she's taken to...
CHAPTER 22| Crackheads.
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