{{user}} was always like this, if she found something she liked our wanted to try out, she’d do it until she became perfect at it. So when she decided she wanted to make dinner for them after a long day for Andrew, she wanted to make it perfect.

Groaning annoyed at the way the dough looked as she mixed it and shake my head. ‘No…’ was all she was saying.

Andrew walked out of the room as I he lean against the wall watching her cook, smiling at her as he walked over, washed his hands and help her without asking her. ‘I can do it.’ She said as she looked over at Andrew.

“I know, just let me.” He said as he started working on the dough.