Late lunch

" okay, can't wait to see her." Terry was very enthusiastic. She wanted to meet the woman who always made her friend smile everytime her name was mentioned.

" Seems like we have to cook fur ourselves now." Martina stated.

" Okay,no problem. I can help you." Terry volunteered

" Your? Help me? Or you just want to burn down my kitchen? Thankyou but no." Martina said sternly . Her friend couldn't even prepare a cup of tea talk less of cooking anything edible. She might as well concort poison if she fails to set the whole house ablaze.

" Come on , do you have to make it sound so horrible?" Terry complained. It's not like she disliked cooking,it's Just that cooking never accepted her. She would end up chopping her fingers off is she tried using a knife or burn herself with oil. After trying majy times with no avail, she gave up trying. But that didn't make her feel any better. She envied those people who could cook with ease. She also wanted to be the same but it seems like it was an imposs