I awoke to sounds in the kitchen. My first thought was that it was my dad, and when I didn't see Scott there it made me even more sure he had come home from his trip earlier than expected. Oh God I hope he didn't catch Scott and I.
I wandered downstairs hesitantly trying to figure out who was in the kitchen. Then I heard the microwave beep and in that moment I knew it was Scott because my dad has never used the microwave. Ever!
Thank God. As I walked into the kitchen Scott smiled. I took a glance around the room and noticed McDonalds bags in the trash can.
"Sorry. I'm not very good in the kitchen," Scott said, smiling slightly.
"It's ok. I'm not either," I admitted. "Thank you," l said as Scott handed me some food.
