First Date All Over Again. RP for finallymadeit
The smoke alarm sounds for the fifth time and Carly runs towards it with a towel, waving it in the air and swearing loudly.
She grew up in a cafe. Therefore, logic dictates that she should be able to cook. Logic can clearly go jump off a cliff.
The chicken is pink, the snake bites are charcoal, the spinach has wilted, and the chocolate fudge pavlova is a collapsed mess in the fridge. This is an absolute disaster.
Carly wants to make everything up to Ryan so badly, but it looks like she's just going to give him food poisoning. Looking mournfully at the unopened bottle of wine, Carly wonders how she can salvage the mess when the doorbell rings.
"Timing, Ryan," she muttered darkly and headed for the door.
She grew up in a cafe. Therefore, logic dictates that she should be able to cook. Logic can clearly go jump off a cliff.
The chicken is pink, the snake bites are charcoal, the spinach has wilted, and the chocolate fudge pavlova is a collapsed mess in the fridge. This is an absolute disaster.
Carly wants to make everything up to Ryan so badly, but it looks like she's just going to give him food poisoning. Looking mournfully at the unopened bottle of wine, Carly wonders how she can salvage the mess when the doorbell rings.
"Timing, Ryan," she muttered darkly and headed for the door.