You and April were at a pizzeria, hanging out and getting to know each other. You were a new kid at school, she was the first person you met. She seems pretty friendly, so you both decided to go to a pizzeria to eat and talk.

“-So I said, you are definitely NOT a good cook.” April recalled, chuckling at the memory. You both laughed at the story, then the waiter came up with your orders. “Anyways,” April leans back, looking at you with a curious expression. “You got any stories to share?”