Who? Emma and Tim
When? Saturday night
Where? her flat
What? Emma is cooking for Tim - or rather attempting to
Rating? R

Emma had invited Tim over for dinner - it hadn't worked out during the week and had asked him to come over Saturday. While she got changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a soft green sweater - she liked wearing green around him, the whole house rivalry thing she teased him about - down the hall, dinner was cooking in the oven. The truth was that Emma didn't cook much - or rather at all. She was using one of her mother's old recipes for pot roast. For awhile, it smelled fabulous, then something went wrong.

As she was walking down the hall, running her fingers through her hair, she smelled something that didn't smell quite like pot roast. It smelled like burning... like fire... like smoke. "No!" she groaned, running down the hall to the kitchen that was filled with black smoke that was pouring out of the oven. "What the hell?" she cried, waving at the smoke with her hands. Of course at that moment, there was a knock at the door...