Crazy Meets Crazy
She did not want to drool at his handsome face; she did not want to like his smile, but unfortunately, she did.
“You don’t bake pancakes Kristen,” he said through his laughter.
“Why not? They are cakes,” she said and Adrian laughed even harder.
“Can you even cook at all Kristen?” Adrian asked her. She was not about to tell him that she almost burnt down the house every time she tried, so she said, “Of course. I am nothing short of a chef.”
It seemed like the worst thing that she could say as Adrian started laughing at her again.
“Would you stop laughing at me?” Kristen demanded. No matter how handsome he looked laughing, it was getting old and annoying.