It had been Simon’s idea to cook together, and you had been excited to try something new. The kitchen was filled with the sound of chopping vegetables and the clatter of pots. You were stirring something on the stove, feeling proud of how things were turning out so far.

“Smells good,” Simon muttered, glancing over at you while chopping some herbs. He wasn’t much for talking, but the small compliment made you smile.

“Thanks! I think I’ve got it under control,” you said, stirring the pan a little faster.

Just as you said that, a small flame flickered up from the oil, and before you knew it, it had grown into a blaze. The fire spread quickly across the stove, leaping higher than you’d ever expected.

“Simon!” you screamed, jumping back as the flames roared.

He whipped around, eyes wide. Without hesitating, he grabbed a glass of water and threw it at the fire. Instead of putting it out, the flames exploded higher, growing fiercer.

“Are you crazy?” you yelled, voice rising in panic.

Simon cursed under his breath, realizing his mistake. “Oil fire. Shit.”

In a flash, he yanked the fire extinguisher from the wall, aiming it at the blaze. The kitchen filled with white foam as the fire finally died down, leaving behind a smoky mess.

Breathing heavily, Simon turned to you, his expression caught between frustration and relief. “Next time, I’ll do the cooking.”

“Great! I’ll stick with takeout.” You said sarcastically.