"Ouch!"
The glasses in my tray almost fall as I freeze when I hear Leilani's voice. I immediately stop making my way to the old men with their juices, taking lengthy strides in her station's direction as she drops the knife in her hand, eyes widening a little whilst she rummages the counter.
Silently praying that she's safe, I turn the corner by the island, then freeze—only for a moment.
"Duck!" I yell and without a moment's pause, open the bottom cabinet before pulling out serviettes.
"No, Des. I can still finish the dessert," Leilani's concern-filled voice fills our station, the sound of kitchen utensils clanging reaching my ears from above.
After standing, I grab her bloodied finger and wrap it with the serviettes to stop her bleeding. "You got cut, princess. There's nothing that says stop cooking more than this."
"Oop! So it's true that he calls her princess then?" Kofi fakes his surprise from the corner he's standing in—for the show.
