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20:34 | Selina Johnson

-White onions?

-Yeah, there should be some in the refrigerator. I'll go check.

-Thanks.

-Have you thought of your guest?

-...,- Jerry was talking about my new cousin. He was made aware of the whole situation at my apartment by then. The honour was mine unfortunately.

-What are you going to do with him?

-I don't know, maybe I will just report him to Dad.

-Hmm. Well, was he of any help at all? Did you get anything on him?

-Nothing helpful.

-Oh? So, you did find something. Didn't you?

-I wouldn't call it a finding but stupidity.

-Makes you mad?

-Ugh no, not mad. Annoyed.

-I would say it's a decent opportunity. You could try and use his affection towards you as a tool.

-...,- I noticed that he had left a pair of those white onions. They were looking rather fresh despite being a few days old.

-This looks good! Smells tasty too. Great job Sel,- The lid was lifted and the beautiful aroma of chicken curry filled the room. The compliment that came from Jerry put a smile on my face. It had been quite some time since I was actually proud of myself. Although Jerry helped with the measurements the whole recipe was mine.

-Now, let's give it some finishing touches by putting these onions over.

-Wow! Now that's a sight.

-This was one of my mother's favourite. I think, I would love to get back at cooking. Someday.

-You know Sel, I am starting to feel jealous about the guy who's going to have you as his wife.

-Are you now?

-Well I know how it feels. Watching someone you love cooking, running and playing.

-Jerry?

-Yes?

-Thanks.