Eret stood in the kitchen at the stove, nervously softening the butter. He quietly sang to himself song “What Makes You Beautiful”, moving his left leg to the beat. He sniffed when the oil flared up.

“Oh, I don’t have time.. How to do this..”

He poured the oil into the dough and began to knead. A droplet got onto his black top and he rolled his eyes

“You’ll have to wash it off..Damn cookies!!”

He sighed and continued kneading the dough in a bad mood