Third person's POV
Faith yelped, yanking her hand back from the scorching pot. "Ouch, ouch!" She sucked on her singed fingers, eyes welling up. What was she thinking, reaching for a pot straight off the flame?
The clock on the wall seemed to mock her, its red digits flashing 11:52 am. She'd accomplished nothing except boiling water for Felix.
And how was he supposed to eat that, anyway?
She grabbed a towel to carry the pot, but her feet tangled, and she landed on her butt with a thud. Scalding water drenched her, making her scream.
Felix's voice drifted from the living room, "What's all the commotion? Can't even boil water without making a mess?" His tone was laced with disdain, and Faith's face burned with embarrassment.
Faith glared at the ceiling, her backside throbbing. This was not her day.
The kitchen was a disaster zone, but Faith sprang into damage control mode.
