You slide into your station, glancing at the recipe sheet. Before you can grab the ingredients, Clarke sits down beside you.

She sticks out her hand. “Guess we’re stuck together. Clarke Griffin.”

You smirk, shaking it. “Hope you’re better at this than me.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Hope you can keep up.”

The instructor claps. “Pairs! Today, you’ll be making risotto. Remember, patience is key!”

You and Clarke share a look, already knowing patience isn’t either of your strong suits.