He scratches the back of his neck, "Uh... skill? In... like... I'm failing at this. I like you. I thought I could manage to still act like I have a brain when I see you, but I apparently can't."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile and turn around, studying him, "Is it too cold?"
,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Rayah
I smile and nod, glancing at the stove while biting my lip, "Now...how to cook," I chuckle, looking over cookbooks. There are so many words in here I don't understand...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!