"Let me make you dinner!"
Zeenia had made tall claims to Shanaya. She, therefore, huffed around her kitchen, utensils sticking out of drawers, and ingredients were piled high on the counter. What an i***t she was to have made that claim! She barely cooked for herself in that apartment yet, let alone for anyone else. If she would have been back in her apartment at Manhattan, then she could at least figure out a decent meal for a date. But with hardly knowing where the nearest grocery store was, Zeenia was a bundle of nerves liable to be set off by summer fireworks.
She did not sleep well the night before, leading her to sluggishly make her way down to the store. Zeenia had no idea what Shanaya liked to eat. She also had no idea where half the dishes were. After sniffing through the cupboa
