Damar felt disappointed in himself for not being able to carry out a simple task.
He got upset and just wanted to hide his face somewhere but I patted his shoulder.
"It's okay, Damar." I smiled at him. "You should see me on my first time using sticks. I spilled the sou–" I was going to say soup but changed course. "Anyway, I was worse."
I wasn't kidding. The first time I used chopsticks was war. I still wonder how the asians do it. They are the masters of the stick, haha.
"This is still doable," I said.
"Really?" He asked and that sulking face of his made my heart bleed. Seriously, how could he have such a cold face that looks so adorable?
"Yes, so don't feel down," I said and before I knew it, he reached down to pick the meat. "What are you doing?" I grabbed his arm, but he had already touched the meat, which was still scorching hot by the way.
"Hiss," he hissed. Not his usual snake hiss, but a hiss in pain as the hotness of the meat had burned his finger tip.
