Void

“What the fuck! Ivana!” I rushed over to the kitchen and turned off the gas. The place was filled with smoke so  I opened up the window while I turned to Ivana with anger in my eyes. This was the second time she was trying to burn down the house.

Ivana who was switching the other appliances off turned to me with sadness in her eyes, her lips curled up and her eyes were like that of a wet puppy. Her face was covered with charcoal and her apron was a mess.

“I am sorry.” She pressed down her lips and blinked her cute blue eyes, the anger I felt inside suddenly reduced. Who in this world can stay angry at this girl?

“What the heck do you think you are doing?” I raised my voice but deep down I wasn’t mad at her, I just wanted her to think I am mad at her.

She stepped away from the table and pointed at the menu book that was on the table. “