"What do y'all say I cook?" I notioned, pushing loose strands of hair behind my ear with a smile plastered on my face. Be kind, I remind myself. It will be the only way to surpass their trust. They exchange looks, bidding to whether I will beable to be trusted or not. I bit my lip anxiously, "It will be fine, this has never happened to me before and I should be greatful such a prestige and handsome boyband has taken me in their presence."
Liam beams," I guess you could call us prestige. Of course Kelsey, you may cook tnight if that's what you really want."
I nodded my head, swiftly turning away from them all and sauntering into the kitchen. If I learned a thing or two from my self defense classes my mom enrolled me into it's to sweet talk. They will always fall for the sweet talk, and less eye contact.