POV: Emma
People often assume teaching someone to cook requires patience.
They're wrong.
It requires courage.
The mysterious metal box from yesterday had turned out to be nothing more exciting than old maintenance records from the building's first owner. After twenty minutes of curiosity and five more of disappointment, everyone had gone home.
This morning, however, I had a new mission.
Prevent another kitchen catastrophe.
I climbed to Apartment 3B carrying one grocery bag in one hand and a small recipe notebook in the other.
When Damian opened the door, he looked from the bag to my face.
"...Should I be worried?"
"Very."
He stepped aside.
"I'll write my will."
"You don't own anything worth inheriting."
"I have a coffee mug."
"The one that says World's Okayest Cook?"
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