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"Not really..." Hana trailed off. "Mother was averse to getting me overly involved with all that, we didn't follow it to a T exactly. There were some festivities and traditions that we abandoned like the massive feasts, far too costly for us." She paused in contemplation and then shook her head. "I feel like I talk about myself too much, will you tell me something about you?"

"I..." (Y/n) fumbled for something to say, Hana had revealed that her mom used to do magic and (Y/n)'s entire life seemed too boring to compare to just a fraction of Hana's. "I like the color (f/c)."

Then (Y/n) saw something she didn't think she'd see, at least not for a while. A slight smile crept into Hana's face, (Y/n) had to admit that the look of rare happiness suited her. But as quickly as it came, Hana concealed the look by taking another sip of tea. "(F/c) is quite nice, isn't it?"

"Hey, what are we talking about?" Dottie swung the door open and promptly introduced herself into the conversation.

"What we, as in me and (Y/n), were talking about is none of your business." Hana responded curtly to the brunette who had oh-so rudely interrupted her time alone with (Y/n), rather hypocritically considering Hana had done the same to Owen.

"Hana, that's a little rude." (Y/n) was surprised by Hana's sudden change in attitude. "Dottie, you're welcome to join us." What (Y/n) didn't see was the smug smile Dottie sent in Hana'a direction as she placed herself right next to (Y/n).

"I just finished up with the vacuuming and it really took it out of me." Dottie tiredly leaned on (Y/n) to ease the exhaustion of her work.

Hana found herself clutching a teacup much tighter than she was before. "It's not that difficult." She mumbled quietly enough for neither Dottie nor (Y/n) to hear.

She watched enviously as the two women conversed, feeling anger towards the woman who had stolen (Y/n)'s attention away. 'Why would she want me? She could have a pretty and confident girl like Dottie... How can I compete with that? It was stupid of me to think I could ever have a chance.'

Eli stared cluelessly at the cookbook as he tried to cook up some chicken for lunch. He was used to just throwing ready meals into the microwave so this was a stark change.

He glanced at the chicken legs that he had sat on a chopping board, he had to season them but he didn't even know what half the ingredients were.

The door opened and he saw a figure walk in. "Hey, Eli." (Y/n) said to him as she walked over to the cabinet.

He hummed as a half hearted greeting, more focused on figuring out what any of these herbs were.

(Y/n) went up onto her tiptoes to take a glass out of the high up cabenit and filled it with water from the tap. "How are you getting on with lunch?"

"Doesn't matter.... Do you know where we keep the....theem?" Eli winced as he read the list of ingredients.

"Theem?" (Y/n) scrunched up her nose and after taking a gulp of water she went to look at the recipe. She looked at where his finger pointed and a smile broke out into her face as she tried her best to hold back laughter. "You mean thyme?" She snickered.

Eli glanced at the word again. "Why is it pronounced like that? That's so dumb." He grumbled.

(Y/n) went to one of the refrigerators and brought out a packet of thyme. "All the herbs are in the bottom drawer of this refrigerator and the spices are up in the larder."

Eli nodded as if he knew what any of that meant.

"Have you preheated the oven?" (Y/n) asked the ravenette with a raised eyebrow.

"Have I... What?"

(Y/n) laughed softly at his cluelessness. "Would you like me to help you make lunch?"

Eli pouted and looked between the cookbook and (Y/n). He had no idea what he was doing... And some extra time with (Y/n) was definitely not unwanted but on the other hand he was a prideful man.

Lucky for him, (Y/n) knew that Eli would be too stubborn to accept her offer so just went ahead and joined him anyway after washing her hands.

(Y/n) took the lead on preparing the meal, having Eli help her and explaining what she was doing so he could get the general idea. "So, did you just never cook for yourself?"

"My mom never taught me how to cook, we always just got takeout or microwave meals and when I moved out I guess I never dropped the habit." He explained while peeling some carrots shakily.

"Make sure to peel away from you." (Y/n) reminded him and got back to work on seasoning the chicken. She turned away from Eli and he stole a look at her cautiously.

'She's.... Decent looking... I guess.' He continued to look at her and halted peeling the carrot as he sort of zones out. He could only see a slither of her face since from the angle he was looking most of her portrait was covered by soft (h/c) locks. 'God, I'm only thinking like this becuase she's one of the only people here who are slightly bearable.'

"How was your work with Tim?" He asked, grimacing as he said the name of his least favorite housemate.

"I sort of left early.... He was acting weird and pushy, but he apologized so..." (Y/n) didn't elaborate any further. "This is ready to go in the oven, how's the carrot going?"

Eli frowned at her answer. Leave it to Tim to freak her out. "Almost done." He peeled off the remaining outer layer and sliced the final carrot down the middle and placed the cut up carrots in the baking tray alongside the chicken.

(Y/n) put the tray in the oven and turned on a time. "I should get back to the living room. Dottie and Hana will be wondering where I disappeared off to."

With that, (Y/n) left him with the bitter reminder that she had other people to talk to. However it only took a few moments for the door to open again. Eli turned, hoping to see that (Y/n) had returned but to his dismay it was Dottie.

She looked more annoyed than he was used to seeing her. "Was (Y/n) in here?" Dottie questioned him, her everpresent smile absent.

Eli nodded. "She just went back to find you and Hana."

Dottie rolled her eyes, as much as she loved being around (Y/n) there was little point in being around her if Hana was there too.

Eli saw Dottie's clear frustration and gave her a slow one over.

"What are you looking at?" She spat in a rare moment of annoyance.

Eli smirked in amusement as the woman who never seemed to stop smiling had finally done just that.

Owen threw another rock at the sea and watched as it skipped and hopped. He expelled a sharp exhale of air through his nose.

The jetty felt lonely without (Y/n) next to him. These feelings of longing that he haboured were new and strange to him, he'd only known her a couple of days but already he knew that he wanted (Y/n) as more than a friend.

He couldn't tell if she liked him too, she'd certainly been nice but she seemed nice to everyone, she probably treated them all that way.

Owen could only hope that he wouldn't have any competition. Though he didn't think he'd have too much trouble getting rid of it.