She tilted her head to the side and from the corner of her eyes, she looked at the mess she created.
The oil…she had almost forgotten than the oil was already hot by the time she poured the seventh egg on it.
And because she dropped it from a height, the oil splattered everywhere.
If she was still standing there…. she would have burnt herself by now with blisters being the bonus.
She was speechless. How could she lose her sense of science just because of a few eggs? Did she really think that the egg would land itself on the frying pan in slow motion, all the while going against the concept of gravity?
As the sizzling sound of the oil decreased, the man's grip on her body loosened.
But their bodies were still as close, sticking together.
Behind him was a small window and she could see a blanket of snow all around the place till the distance.
