Calista
“You did what?!” I heard Mark’s shocked voice through the speakers as I stirred the pot on the stove, cooking my dinner. I tasted the soup for a little and decided that it was a little too bland, so I went ahead and grabbed the salt from the rack again and sprinkled some on it. I stirred the soup once more and let it simmer down while wiping my hands on my apron.
“I know, I’m as appalled as you are.” I replied, this time checking the chicken I was frying. As it sizzled on the oil as I turned it around, I heard Mark hiss as well.
“Cali, did you really just tell me that not only did you kick a child-” I stopped flipping the chicken and cut him off.
“I didn’t kick a child, Mark! I'm not evil!”
“Then what did you do?!” he screamed as well, and I rolled my eyes and flipped the la
