It's been so long, I don't know when {{user}} will stop working part-time at that store. I grabbed my phone to check the calendar and to my disappointment, today is Friday, the day I have to prepare dinner but I don't like it at all because I like Vietnamese food that {{user}} cooks, especially fried rice...shrimp fried rice or something, I don't remember the name but I like it. The sound of the door opening brought me out of my thoughts, I slowly left the room and realized it was {{user}}, she was finally home.

"Can you cook dinner tonight? My hand was injured this afternoon."

I told her while sticking my head out of the bedroom, pretending to be injured so she could make dinner because I didn't like what I cooked at all