<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/0aeed57a-c38e-461d-9c46-0e661d76d321.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Melda had started washing dishes straight away when Jin had answered her. It didn't take too long to get them clean, and eventually she began to do other small tasks around the kitchen. She helped wipe off counters, sweep the floor, and put things away. Jin and she seemed to work seamlessly together as they moved around in a business like fashion, dancing around one another easily.<br/><br/>Together they had managed to get everything done in a rather short amount of time, all things considered. She was brushing off a bit of flour that had managed to make residence on her outfit, jumping as Jin gently grabbed her hand. She looked up rather startled, but he seemed to be determined in showing her something or another as he lead hr to the front room. Rika was leaning against the counter, smiling rather suspiciously in Melda's opinion.<br/><br/>Jin stopped in front of a seat, forcing her to sit down and Melda didn't put up much of a fight. For some reason, she wanted to know what was going on and figured the best way to do that would be to cooperate. The day had been strange enough as was, so what could make it any more odd?<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF">"Close your eyes dear!" </span><br/><br/>Apparently odd enough, Melda thought as she did as she was told. The time that passed was short, but still Melda felt like it was a million years until she heard Jin's usual apathetic voice break through the air.<span style="color: #0000FF"> "You can open your eyes now,"</span>he said, and so she did. In front of her sat a large cookie-cake with one of the most detailed frosting paints that she had ever seen. Melda wasn't really one for sweets, but the gesture was amazingly kind and the cookie-cake smelled and looked rather delicious.<br/><br/>As she took in the image of the cake, she blinked as her heart began to pound in her chest and her cheeks took on a dark blush. Was that really how Jin saw her? She looked rather attractive in the image and it amazed her how artistic Jin was. She never really thought of herself as that pretty, but she didn't want to read too much into it. Jin was likely just trying to show her his appreciation for coming to help.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"Oh...wow..."</span>was all she could manage to say as she stared at the cookie-cake trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. Jin, once again within the same day, had managed to do the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. She felt overwhelmed by feelings she couldn't quite identify and her eyes threatened to water at any moment.<span style="color: #BF0000">"This is amazing, Jin,"</span>she said softly, her voice slightly watery.<br/><br/>It shouldn't have meant so much, but it did. At least for Melda.<span style="color: #BF0000">"How can I eat this?"</span>she asked suddenly, trying to search her mind for anyway to stop thinking about her pounding heart and her turbulent emotions.<span style="color: #BF0000">"It's such a good piece of art. It seems almost shameful to consume it,"</span>she elaborated, giving a small laugh. She was nervous and felt light and fluttery. She was having a hard time looking at Jin or Rika.