#Chapter 131: Glue

A restless, wild kind of energy was coming off of Ardal as she stood before him. He swallowed, wishing she'd just tell him whatever was wrong. “I need something to do,” she said. There was a sharp pain over her face that made him nervous. “Okay, you can make the java for us,” he said, attempting to put some cheer in his voice. He pointed to the corner of the counter where the machine and beans were waiting. She hesitated. “That’s a lot fancier than my Mr. Coffee auto-drip.” ”It looks more intimidating than it is,” he smiled. Bad idea. She fooled around with it, and he attempted to direct her on how to use it while he threw the bacon on the griddle and chopped up the vegetables, but she quickly grew frustrated. He had to jump in to the rescue, and then she ran over to flip the bacon before it burned, a smile of victory on her face for effectively booting him from the stove, spatula now in her hand. “Well-played,” he said. He rolled his eyes at her triumphant expressi