ROWAN
I watched the chef fumble with what he was doing and it was obvious he was very nervous and scared. Pots and pans were clattering and his hands were shaking.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn't here because of food but he beat me to it.
“Just tell me anything you want to eat. My cooking is really good. I was making a pastry but I doubt you'd want to eat that? Sorry the kitchen is untidy."
Is this how people felt when they were around me?
Did I really bring this much discomfort to them?
“It's okay. I'm not here to ask for anything." Actually, I wanted to know something but I decided against it. Now wasn't a good time. “I'd like to help you bake."
He didn't believe the words that had just come out of my mouth and neither did I.
Why was I doing all this?
Was I falling f
