I raided his pantry, which let me tell you was fully stocked with things I’d never seen before. Not only was his kitchen fully stocked and organized, but there wasn't a container or a bottle out of place.
At first, I was afraid to touch anything, but my stomach was begging me to have mercy on it, so I threw that thought out the window. I couldn’t prepare a proper meal, because well, I couldn't cook. I didn’t know the first thing about cooking, so I had to settle for snacks.
I wanted to make ramen because it looked simple and easy to make, but I didn’t know how to turn his stove on, and I didn’t want to bother him.
I grab a big bag of Doritos and water. I sit on a stool around the island and devour the whole bag. While munching on my snack, I take the time to admire his kitchen.
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