The smell from the next kitchen

An original narrative set in an invented block of flats.

The smell of toasted spices reached our landing before I heard any voices. A neighbour had propped her kitchen door open while she carried bowls to the table. I was searching my pockets for a key and trying not to look as though I had stopped to investigate.

She noticed me and held up a small, empty plate. I shook my head too quickly. I did not want her to think I had been waiting for an invitation, and I had promised to cook for my sister. When I explained, she laughed and asked me to return the plate later. The food she put on it was not a whole meal, she said, just something for us both to taste while our own supper was cooking.

In your own words, explain two reasons why the narrator initially refused.