Why do I feel strange hearing him refer to me as his friend?
I thought he had a crush on me, so why am I a friend? Cut it out, Lisa. Stop trying to act stupid. You are a married woman, and you shouldn't be having these thoughts, my subconscious scolded, and I rolled my eyes.
"So, what do you want for dinner?" He asked bringing me out of my thought .
I checked the time, only to see that it's 6 pm already. The day is getting dark. "Do you know how to cook?" I asked.
He stared at me with a mischievous look. "I might not be good with napkins, but don't try my culinary skills."
I was impressed, but I still find that hard to believe.
"Why am I the only one lacking behind? I don't know why I'm still not perfect with cooking."
He chuckled and carried his nephew. "You should have gott
