Annalise
"You have great knife skills." Casey complimented, as I diced some onions. "Have you worked in a kitchen before?"
"Yes. I ran one for an entire year." I smiled.
"Oh! Pardon me" He laughed, putting his hands up in defeat. "Here I am telling you how to hold a knife and you could probably slice and dice me faster than I could even say 'potato'."
It took me a minute to put his words together, but I smiled at what I believed was a compliment. "You are much better at this than me."
Which was completely true, he heated up some leftovers that were to die for. I asked him for the recipe but I don't think he took me very seriously, or perhaps he didn't want to share his secret recipe. He simply laughed it off, and after helping me bandage my blistering wrists-for sanitary purposes, o
