Sly sighed, "she said she won't teach me how to cook if I don't go grocery shopping for her. That's why."
Sly looked so ashamed of himself, as he lowered his face, as if he doesn't want me to see the expression on his face.
"Are you learning how to cook?" I arch a brow at him.
"I never stopped learning," Sly shrugged.
"And here I thought it was something worth hiding."
Who would have thought it was just that?
"I wanted to keep it a secret until I perfect it. It was worth hiding!"
"Are you blushing?" I wriggle my brows at him.
"I'm not." He started the car and drove out of the place.
"You are indeed blushing!"
"I'm not." Sly frowned before he eased the expression on his face, "how was school, today?"
"It was good," I turn to face him. "Did you complete your work in the office, or did you do what you did last night?"
"I completed my words. Why did you ask?"
"Nothing," I shrugged.
