~Chapter 2: Crushes go both ways~
With a giggle and a blush, Kat put away the small plate of cookies behind the tins of sugar and herbs and went back to work, pushing away the image of a happy Father Anderson from her head. Believe it or not, but whenever she imagined that image of him, she couldn't help but blush and it would easily distract her (most of the time, she would inadvertantly drop something or cut herself with a kitchen knife due to lack of concentration.)
She'd gotten back to her pot when, as if on cue, the door to the kitchen swung gently open and she turned to face her cheeky mentor.
"Oh no," she feigned frustration and snapped her fingers, "here to steal more treats again! Haven't you had enough?!" She shook her head and pouted.
"I'm just here to help." He said, innocently, giving her a warm smile for reasurrance.
"Hmmmm," she tapped on her chin with her index finger feigning deep thought, "well...I suppose you could help me. You can pass me that tray over there." She pointed towards the far counter and gave him a cheeky wink.
"Right then. Just no hitting me with it like last time." Anderson turned around and chuckled at the memory of being chased out of the kitchen with Kat wielding a baking tray and yelling something about ruing crumble.
As Anderson turned back around with the tray in his hands, he almost dropped it from the sight that greeted him. There, quite happily checking out the food that was currently in the over, Kat was bent over forwards, with her back facing him.
Anderson couldn't help but stare with his mouth open.
"I think it's nearly done." He heard her chirp happily and prayed to God to give him strength as she inadvertantly gave a little wiggle of her hips, showing her happiness.
"'Aye...well...tray," he quickly placed it down on the side by the table and willed himself to turn and leave before he done anything he would regret, "I...urm...choir...Have to go to choir." He turned around and briskly walked out, ignoring as Kat straightened herself up and called after him.
"Father? Father Ander-..son." She said and watched as the door shut. She hadn't had a chance to give him any of the cookies she'd specially baked to keep him busy.
She sighed and turned back, daydreaming for a couple of minutes as she watched the chicken slowly cook.
'Maybe...maybe he's bored of me. I mean...he does have the other kids to worry about.' She shook her head of those thoughts and busied herself for the rest of the day in the kitchen, distracting her own imagination, whilst Anderson busied himself by praying profusely in the chapel and then having a long, cold shower.