I nodded. "How about you go keep an eye on her while I fix her something to eat in the kitchen?"
She blinked slowly, clearly taken aback. "You want to cook?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
Is she going to try to stop me from entering the kitchen? This isn’t her house. "Yes, do you have a problem with that?" I replied, a hint of defiance in my tone.
She shook her head, her expression softening. "The internet painted you to be a pretty mean person. I just didn’t expect you to cook for yourself, let alone someone else."
My head tilted as I tried to figure this lady out. Who is she to judge me based on what was written by people who just want to get paid at the end of the month?
Lyra cleared her throat nervously. “I'll go keep an eye on her,” she offered.
“You should,” I deadpa
