Linx groaned in disgust, his eyes scanning the culinary disaster before him. He had been craving a homemade meal all day, and the only person who could make that happen was Zach. But, as luck would have it, Zach was nowhere to be found.
Undeterred, Linx had decided to take matters into his own hands and cook something himself. Big mistake. The mac and cheese he had attempted to prepare looked like a congealed mess, and the smell wafting from the pot was enough to make his stomach turn.
Linx tentatively took a spoonful of the mac and cheese and brought it to his lips. The moment the disgusting concoction touched his tongue, he spat it out, his face contorting in disgust.
"Yuck!" he hissed, pushing the pot away in revulsion. He had had enough of his own cooking. It was time to ditch the disaster and get some real food at a restaurant.
"Fuck you, Zach," Linx grunted, grabbing his car keys and heading out the door.
