Re: Apartment: Mingmei & Donna
Friend was a term Donna didn't throw around easily. Not because she didn't think of people that way, but because it took her some time to accept that someone would think of her that way. That nerdy girl had opened her heart one too many times only to be taken advantage of, so she kept herself fenced off from getting too close. Except no matter how hard she tried to keep up that facade, her natural curiosity got the best of her. That's when she made mistakes.
Oh right, she should have helped her with the coffee, or the bag, or at least offered. That's what a regular person would have done, right? Sigh. "Thank you," she said, taking the Americano with both hands, the heat warming her seemingly always cold fingers. "The kitchen is over here," Donna motioned with her head, before leading the way around the hallway wall. She barely noticed Mingmei's accent, but had spent enough time in Japan to notice the slight difference. Not that it mattered. She spoke English better than most people Donna had grown up with in Seattle.
Donna shuffled into the kitchen, the sauce pan waiting all alone on the stovetop. "You can't go wrong with dumplings and stir-fry. And I'm looking forward to learning how to make them properly. Is it like the gyoza dumplings, or the bao buns? I enjoy them both!" She obviously wasn't used to cooking, awkwardly rummaging through drawers to find utensils Mingmei might need. Knives, cutting board, spatula, plates. "Would you like some music? I can stream whatever you listen to normally."