Emily was unaccountably nervous about showing Justin how to make cookies. What if he didn't like it? What if he thought it was lame? What if he was bored out of his mind?
More importantly, why did she care so much? Was it because it was the first time they were doing something together at her apartment?
She straightened all of the colorful throw pillows on the couch at least three times and made sure the dishes in the sink made it into the dishwasher before he arrived. When the doorbell rang, even though she was expecting him, she nearly had a heart attack.
"You ready to make some cookies?" she asked with a friendly smile when she opened the door.
"Ready as I can be considering I've never baked in my life," Justin said.
"It's not that hard if you can read the instructions."
