LONDON

The alarm went off.

“Oh no! This is not happening.” I turned off the fire and waved off the smoke as it began to sting my eyes.

“What the hell is happening in my kitchen?” Striker’s voice echoed in the entire house, startling me. He quickly went to turn off the alarm.

“What do you think it looks like? I’m cooking.”

He took the towel and waved at the alarm. “I thought you were trying to burn the house. Open the windows.”

I rushed to open the windows. Seconds later, the smoke slightly cleared, and then I saw him shaking his head as he looked down at the burnt...