10. Water Trouble

Liam

Leaning over the kitchen counter, I watched as Delilah struggled with the flour covering her face. She seemed to expect me to come to her aid like a knight in shining armor, or like the male lead grabbing the female lead by the waist in movies. But no, I don't do clichés. Delilah used her hand to dust her face before rushing to the kitchen sink. I knew the next thing that'd come out of her would be an insult, and I was ready for it.

She angrily stormed towards me. "What do you want from me?" she yelled out. I didn't understand why she kept repeating that. If I wanted something from her, I would have taken it already. She's just not my type. I don't do girls who run their mouths like that.

"Next time, concentrate on what you're doing. Now you've wasted the flour," I said, gesturing to the messed-up floor.

"Did you do that on purpose? And why are you walking around the house shirtless?"

I didn't try to hold in my chuckle. She's not only crazy but also funny.

"This is how I do my mo