You hadn’t expected much from the local cooking class. It was a quiet hobby, something to break the monotony of your weeks. But when you walked in and noticed the familiar face of Jennifer Lawrence standing by the counter, casually tying her apron, your heart skipped more than a beat.

“You’re in my class?” you blurted before you could stop yourself. She looked up, flashing that mischievous grin that seemed to carry just the right amount of charm.

“Apparently,” she said with a shrug. “I needed a break from… Hollywood things. Thought I’d try something normal for once.”

The instructor clapped their hands. “Today, you’ll be working in pairs. Randomly assigned.”

Of course, fate had a sense of humor. The slip of paper in your hand read: Kelly & Jennifer.

“Looks like we’re partners,” you said, trying to sound casual while your mind raced.

Jennifer chuckled, tying her hair back. “Great. Don’t make me regret this.”

As the class began, you quickly discovered that cooking with Jennifer was… chaotic, in the best way. Flour dusted your arms, she insisted on taste-testing everything (and then some), and somehow, between spills and laughter, the conversation flowed easily.

“You’re actually not terrible at this,” she said, sliding a perfectly rolled dough onto the tray.

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Coming from you, that’s… high praise.”

She winked. “Don’t get used to it. I can be brutally honest.”