Rylan's POV
As expected, one stick of butter was too much.
"It looks gross." Chet frowned as he stared into the sauce pan. All the butter was floating at the top in a pile and only grew when we added a cup of parmesan cheese.
"It's fine." I kept scraping some off the top to throw into the sink. "Let's just add more heavy whipping cream so it evens out."
He agreed and went into the fridge to get some more. Noticing his mood was a little down, "The bread came out good." I complimented, in hopes his tail would start wagging.
It did, very slowly.
Cute.
The sauce would've been saved and everything would've turned out fine after we plated it, but then Kyler had to come home and ruin everything.
When Chet and I heard the front door click open, we both paused and just stared at each other.
