*Nia's POV*
There were only about 10 seconds on the clock now, but I wasn't worrying at all because I was already done. I sprinkled in a bit of salt for taste. A buzzer sounded, which made all of us jump a little. We all then took a step back and raised our hands. This prevented any people who decides to cheat and go over the assigned limit.
"The time is up!" The voice said, booming from all the way across the room.
All of the other contestants pushed and shoved, hoping to be the first one to present the boys their dish. I, however, was too nice to push or shove someone else, so I ended up being the last person in line.
I stood up to the balls on my feet, trying to get a good look of the boys. All I saw was Niall searching the line, with interest in his eyes though because everyone was also trying to get a look of the boys. The line moved closer, and I sighed as Niall managed to occupy my brain again. I was wondering who or what was he looking for. My brain racked for all of the possibilities that I didn't even notice that I was extremely close to the lads. I finally got to set my bowl down, and sneaked a glance at Niall. To my dissapointment; he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the bowls, scanning for something. I heaved a sigh again, as I walked back to the anxious group of contestans. There were 3 helpers around who escorted us to a small room with 20 chairs, where we will be waiting for about an hour or until they have made their decision.
I sat down at an empty seat, and watched the other contestants' reactions. Most of them I found quite funny, but I got bored of it instantly.
I started to think if I did a pretty good job at cooking my dish. I thought I did pretty well, since the dish was quite hard to replicate. But I wonder if the boys are going to find my cooking skills impressive? I stared into nothingness while absent-mindedly twirling my hair. "This is going to take a long time," I thought to myself.
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*Niall's POV*
There was only 10 seconds left on the clock. Everyone was rushing to finish their dishes and to add some finishing touches. There were only 5 seconds on the clock now, and everyone else was counting down to it, even the lads.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
A buzzer sounded off, and the competitors were forced to step back their assigned tables and raise their hands.
"The time is up!" The voice said.
The competitors started to line up with their dishes to present to us.
I looked around for the mysterious black haired girl, who was all the way in the end of the line.
Each person brought us their special dish and they set it on our table, which was surprisingly big enough to hold all 20 bowls which contained the food. All of the bowls had the entrants' name, age, assigned table, and the name of the dish that they cooked for us. After they all set their bowls of food, they went off to another room while me made our decision. They would all have to wait there, until we have decided the who the winner will be. I started looking for her bowl.
I knew that the mysterious girl was assigned to table 13, so I started looking for that.
Anne
20 years of age
Table 18
Burgers and fries
No.. That wasn't it.
Michelle
19 years of age
Table 16
Steak and mashed potatos
