180. Bored

Zia Scott had been staring at the lit up slow cooker for over three hours, sitting on the high stool with her one cheek grown cold from sticking the side of her face on the countertop.

“I’m…bored.” She sighed. “When is Gray coming home?”

She lifted her face from the counter and hopped down the stool. Then, she dragged the stool right beneath where the slow cooker was. Using the stool as her ladder, she took a peek through the glass lid of the slow cooker.

“Are you cooking well, my pork spareribs?” she said, salivating at the sight of the meat bathing in all kinds of condiments she put together—soy sauce, mustard, molasses, cider vinegar, Worcestershire sauce and hot pepper sauce.

“Oh, right!” She climbed down the stool and approached the refrigerator. She then took out a couple of large potatoes from the crisper. She placed them on the countertop and grabbed her pink apron hung beside the refrigerator. Then she used the stool as her stand to elevate her enough so that her hips would b