Sara nodded wondering what it felt like to have something worth staying for like friends or a job. Even before the Queen’s Gambit went down she didn’t have direction in her life. There wasn’t a singular thing she was good at. “Sounds like a beautiful life,” she muttered jumping up onto the counter watching him buzz around. “Can I trust your skills?”
“It’s alright. My life I mean. Very uneventful, though.” He sighed, putting a pot filled with water on the stovetop and sprinkling some salt into the water. Although he didn’t know Sara all that well, he felt bad for her, the way she said things made it seem like she’d been through hell and back. “Skills? Oh, I’ve got nothing but skills.” He grinned, taking the box of pasta and tossing it behind his back, and trying to catch it with his other hand, but missing. Pasta few everywhere, and a blush took over his face. “Oops.”
