Rose

Hunter's mother seems nice. She made pancakes, and I must say she has magic hands. As if she knew what I was thinking, she spoke up. "Do you like it?" She asked, awaiting my response with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Yeah. I love it. I must say your hands are blessed," I said. And that's when she began talking.

"Oh dear. Thanks for the compliment. You know I always get this compliment. Some even suggest I open up a restaurant."

"Why didn't you then? I'm sure it would have done well," Something flashed in her eyes and I instantly regretted asking her. I didn't want to trigger...