(Author's POV)
After that message from Fabian, Myra went to attend her remained classes and the day ended rather uneventfully.
Later, around four, when her last class was over, she saw a message from Yelena, "I will be going home, first ...." Myra checked the time and it was sent nearly an hour ago.
She didn't think much of it and strolled back to her house. But, when she returned back home, she smelled a weird, acrid odor. Rushing inside her place, she saw Yelena was wrestling inside the kitchen with an uncooked turkey. She was punching the ingredients inside it rather than stuffing it. There were chopped vegetables all over the counter, the herbs and spices were spilled as well. All in all, it looked untidy and quite messy ...… chaotic.
Yelena looked at Myra, "You are home," and gave her a brief smile. Her forehead covered in dried flour.
"What the heck happened here? What are you doing, Yelena?" Myra voiced her concerned.
