''I have onions somewhere around….'' Natalie stood on her toes and stretched her hand towards the upper shelf.
''Why did you keep onions there?''
''To ward of bad smell.'' Natalie chuckled sheepishly.
''And you want us to use that to prepare food?'' Mikael had lost hope in her at this point.
''Well, all the germs will die once they are inside the boiling pot.'' Natalie found the onion and picked it up.
''You are hopeless Natalie!'' Mikael declared, exhaustedly.
''No, I am n…'' Natalie turned at once to argue with him and lost her balance. Mikael quickly moved to hold her and his hands touched her breasts as he held her up.
They both tensed up and Mikael's fingers quivered at that moment. He quickly opened his fingers up, so that they wouldn't remain on her breasts.
''Can. You. let. Go… right now?'' Natalie stuttered and he quickly let go and apologized.
