A Recipe For Disaster

The next minute, Elena was pushing Mark out of the kitchen. 

"Why do I have to leave?" Mark sounded frustrated as he allowed her to push him out of the kitchen. Did he do wrong by wanting to cook for her? He really couldn't see anything amiss.

"You just go and shower, I will take care of things from here." That was Elena's only explanation.

Seeing someone worse than her at cooking gave her a lot of hope. It's not like Elena didn't know how to cook. She could only prepare simple dishes very well. Also, she did not know how to cook in large quantities.

At least she could cook something edible someone can eat.

Elena didn't doubt that she would have stomach troubles if she ate the meal he cooked for her.

Seeing the serious expression on her face, it kind of dawned on Mark for the reason he was being asked to leave. Giving Elena one more glance, he finally nodded, conceding in defeat.