“I must have made a mistake,” Jane said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean for it to be too spicy. I was trying to add a little flavor…”
Maddie’s laugh was humorless. “Of course. You didn’t mean to.”
The sandwich was warm and inviting, but the red chili sauce spread thickly in the middle was anything but. Maddie wrinkled her nose, the pungent aroma making her eyes water.
“Why is there so much chili sauce in my sandwich?” she exclaimed, setting the offending meal back on the plate.
Jane glanced up from her cup of coffee, looking puzzled. “Wait, chili sauce? That can’t be right. I made the sandwiches with ketchup!”
“You sure about that?” Maddie asked, her tone sharp, eyebrows raised. “Because this looks—and smells—like chili sauce.”
Jane scratched the back of her head, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. “Maybe I mixed them up? I swear it looked like ketchup.”
Jane, standing awkwardly by the counter, let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I’m always so scatterbrained in the kitchen. No harm done, right?” She turned toward Maddie, attempting a playful smile.