"do you actually lack general knowledge?" i ask evelyn, who's trying to open a can with a chef's knife. she scoffs and hands me the can.

recently our school came up with cooking classes. alright many complained, i loved cooking. it was therapeutic and calming - not with evelyn. my dearest enemy looked like she wanted to ruin our assigned meal. she chopped the onions so roughly earlier, i had to take over.

i suppressed a smirk as i handed her the open can.