"Just one please," I said handing her the slices of cheese.

I nodded and put the chesse on the bread and then lut it into the pan.

I watched her "Do you make grilled cheese often?"

I shrugged. "It's not every day often, but it also isn't once a year often... so kinda?" I answered.

"I don't cook often, I guess you could say I'm a a horrible cook," I said shrugging and blushing a bit as I caught eye contact with her.

I glanced at her. "I doubt you are. " I said turning the grilled cheese to keep it from burning.

"I'm also scared of knifes which is not that normal."

"Oh, well, they aren't dangerous if you use them right." I told her. "Could you get me a plate?"

"Sure," I said looking around until I found a plate and handed it to her.

I put the food on the plate and then handed it to her before making my own. "So what do you want to do today." I asked.