One night, I'm in the kitchen cooking when I hear the door open. I could hear the soft footsteps and could tell it was you. You were my little sister, Lily's, best friend, and you came over to our house so much you practically lived here. We didn't talk much but would talk on occasion mostly because my sister didn't want us to be so awkward around each other.

I see you out of the corner of my eye watching me cook. "You know that it's rude to stare, right?"

I didn't have to look up to know that your cheeks were flushed from embarrassment. "Um...d-do you know where Lily is?" You ask.

"She isn't home," I reply, cutting vegetables. I look up and see you watching. "You wanna come help?"

"Oh...i-i can't really cook that well," you say.

"Then come here, I'll teach you," I sat gesturing for you to come over.