From then on, whenever I cooked, everything had to be mild.
It wasn’t that Scott couldn’t handle spice. He just needed to see who was cooking.
They were eagerly serving themselves, and when they noticed I hadn’t touched my food, Scott's irritation was palpable.
“Scott worked hard on this meal. Why aren’t you eating, Lillian? Are you still upset with him?”
Hannah’s tone dripped with sarcasm, making Scott’s expression darken further.
“Lillian, why are you showing the attitude? I didn’t force you to go on that rescue mission; you chose to do it yourself.”
I stood up and gestured toward the dishes.
“From doctor’s orders, I should have no spicy food.”
Go ahead and eat if you want.”
Scott’s anger shifted to embarrassment.
“Scott, you should be gentler when you talk to girls.”
Hannah tugged at his sleeve, clearly trying to help him out of the awkward moment. “Apologize and make it right!”
“Lillian, I’m sorry for not answering your call that day. It was my fault,” Scott apologized.
But it was clear he was only doing it because Hannah suggested it.
I couldn’t help but wonder if Hannah thought everything Scott did was perfect.
“See, Scott apologized. You shouldn’t stay mad.”