[center][h3][color=20B2AA]Haruka Sanegeyama[/color][/h3][/center]

Haruka smiled in return when Donny shook her hand. It made her feel slightly at ease that she wasn't the only one in class who had some trouble with socializing. Donny's stuttering was all too familiar a feeling, but the fact that he had worked up courage to approach her and include her was nice. "It's, uh, s'nice to meet you, Yang-San." When the handshake ended, she immediately put her hands back together, as was habit when doing something that made her a little nervous. At the very least, she was maintaining most of her composure, despite the very noticeable flush of pink on her pale cheeks.

At Donny's request, Haruka nodded. [color=20B2AA]"Oh, y-yeah! I can do that,"[/color] When he went to talk to someone else, Haruka went to the station with a goal in mind. [i][color=20B2AA]"Heating water is easy. Even I can do that. Heck, I've [u]done[/u] that. This won't be too bad.[/color][/i] Determination flowed through her veins, and as she approached the table, so did the burning spirit of oncoming success. There was literally no way she could mess this up, aside from maybe splashing water on herself, but then she'd be able to just take the uniform's jacket off. It was foolproof, quite literally.

Upon arriving at the workstation, she looked everything that he had set up over. The steamer looked interesting, but she had not even the slightest clue how to use such a thing, so she didn't touch it. [i][color=20B2AA]"Best to leave the complicated stuff to Donny,"[/color][/i] she thought, taking the pot and scooting it toward the sink. It was an older piece, like something she'd expect grandparents to own, passed down through generations. 

As she set the pot beneath the sink spout, one hand turned on the water, and watching it flow out of the tap into the pot was perhaps the most intense feeling she'd ever had while filling up a pot. She was doing it, and hadn't messed it up yet. She turned off the sink before removing the pot - [i]very[/i] important to reduce splash incidents - and transferred it to the stovetop on the work station.

[i][color=20B2AA]"Okay, here we go,"[/color][/i] She thought to herself, taking hold of the burner's knob. She pushed it in and turned it, and as the ignition clicked, she balled her other fist and braced herself for the oncoming flame. The gas was turned to flame after a couple clicks, and she then adjusted it to high-medium heat and released it. Success. 

[color=20B2AA]"I did it!"[/color] she thought aloud, pumping her fist victoriously. It took a few seconds to register that she'd said it aloud, and once she did, she reeled and just about died on the spot. Hopefully everyone else was too busy with their own work to notice.


[@Lucius Cypher]