Danger Zone ...

She had known that this day would come.

For almost two months they had dated each other, meeting in malls, restaurants, the zoo, one or the other museum.

Today ...

A drop of sweat started running down, toward her left eye. She shook her head, wiped it off, rose from her kitchen chair and - almost - sneaked into the living room, cautiously closing in on the bookshelf.

Hesitantly she grabbed the (unused) book, flipped through the pages, trying to grasp the meaning of its mystic contents...

What in the world had made her say those words of doom:
"I'll cook ..."