"Ouch!" Amelia retracted her hand from the pan, slightly burning herself from the scolding metal as she stood before the stove.
It was her fault. She was not paying attention to her task, thinking that her body would work automatically. But she was not a robot as her mind floated in the clouds, worrying about something.
"You seemed distracted today," Eida mentioned, seeing her friend more agitated than usual. "Maybe I should continue with that before you burn the house down." She offered.
Her friend moved closer to her position and took the spatula from her hand. Then, she asked her to relax instead and drink her coffee.
She did not protest, knowing that Eida was correct. She had not been herself since last night. She barely had any sleep. She had been pacing the kitchen that morning to have an excuse to leave the house all day.
