My eyes narrowed in concentration. With utmost precision, I kept on slicing until I brought to reality the image in my mind. I smiled to myself as I held high the heart-shaped potato I created. It was perfect.
The sound of frying oil made me look at the stove, and my eyes tracked the confident movement of Alex in front of the pan. He was wearing a gray apron, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His silver-white hair was tied again in a man-bun.
As if sensing me staring at him, he glanced back to where I was cutting. I showed him the piece I made, grinning proudly, but Alex scowled in return.
"Avery, what are you doing? I told you to dice the potatoes." Alex asked.
"Cubes are boring. This is more fun!" I explained while shoving him the heart-shaped potato. He turned it around in h
