Zavien
Leaving Soh to her construction design project, Zavien flashed her a smile and opened the cupboard of the kitchen cabinet to pull out the popcorn. It had directions clearly written on the packaging with tiny images of a microwave and numbers. He wasn't sure what all it meant, but he figured it couldn't be that hard. He pulled off the plastic (he knew that much at least) and punched the bolded numbers into the microwave before setting the bag inside.
The plate began to rotate, the numbers counting down as he watched intently. It didn't take long for the popping to start, single, sporadic pops breaking through the hum. Then they began to speed up, the mini explosions growing closer and more frequent until it was a symphony of sounds that he hoped was a good sign.
Very focused on the popcorn and his efforts not to screw it up, Zavien hadn't noticed Soh creep up behind him until he was laughing, looking down to where she peeked adorably around him. "Uuh. I think the ones from the picnic are by the door, but otherwise the ones on the bed are it." He smiled, glad she appeared to be having fun with her project even if it wasn't part of her original plan.
But the distraction was cut short when the air grew pungent with the smell of burnt popcorn, the sound of popping having slowed as he talked. His eyes darted to the microwave, ripping it open to snatch the bag from the heat, immediately stinging hot against his fingers. "Ooh ooh! Hot hot hot!" Zavien dropped it onto the counter with a sheepish grin, waving his hand to clear some of the lingering heat. "Think it's still any good?"
The plate began to rotate, the numbers counting down as he watched intently. It didn't take long for the popping to start, single, sporadic pops breaking through the hum. Then they began to speed up, the mini explosions growing closer and more frequent until it was a symphony of sounds that he hoped was a good sign.
Very focused on the popcorn and his efforts not to screw it up, Zavien hadn't noticed Soh creep up behind him until he was laughing, looking down to where she peeked adorably around him. "Uuh. I think the ones from the picnic are by the door, but otherwise the ones on the bed are it." He smiled, glad she appeared to be having fun with her project even if it wasn't part of her original plan.
But the distraction was cut short when the air grew pungent with the smell of burnt popcorn, the sound of popping having slowed as he talked. His eyes darted to the microwave, ripping it open to snatch the bag from the heat, immediately stinging hot against his fingers. "Ooh ooh! Hot hot hot!" Zavien dropped it onto the counter with a sheepish grin, waving his hand to clear some of the lingering heat. "Think it's still any good?"
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
