(Faith's P.O.V.)
After a year....
"WHERE IS THE SUGAR?!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. Where is that guy?! My dish is almost done. If this continues to cook, the sauce will evaporate. "DRAKE!"
"H—Hey! Wait... I drove all the way from the grocery just to get you that. Can you at least be more kinder to me? I'm literally feeling thirsty right now," he complained. I didn't listen to him, instead I took the sugar, and took three spoons, putting it into the sauce.
"Why, huh? Whose fault is it? Am I the one assigned to do the groceries this month? You always forget about sugar. How could you...." I murmured. He shook his head.
"Okay fine. It's my fault, all right? Now, give me a kiss."
"What!"
"Please?"
"No!"
*Tsup!*
"Yaaah!" I yelled, lifting the spatula to hit him on the face. B
