“Everything is not okay,” Louisa yelled at him. “DON’T TELL ME EVERYTHING IS OKAY!”
“You’re right,” Jack backpedaled, leaning away from her. “Everything is not okay… um, which part specifically?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Louisa drawled sarcastically, tears dripping down her face. “I’ve had a really stressful month. My boyfriend fucked my boss and emptied out my savings. I got fired and moved to this crappy little town where everyone treats me like a leper!”
Louisa’s voice grew louder and louder until she was verbally jabbing him. “I’ve been kidnapped by what I can only assume is a cult, and I’m probably going to be murdered in some stupid ritual sacrifice! And now the cute, crazy guy who kidnapped me is making me SPAGHETTI! That is not okay, NONE OF THIS IS OKAY!”
“I can make something else, it doesn’t have to be spaghetti,” Jack muttered.
Louisa grabbed a stack of napkins from the counter and hurled them at him. They fluttered weakly to the floor between them.
“THE SPAGHETTI IS NOT THE PROBLEM, MORON!” she yelled, her face turning pink. “I HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY A BUNCH OF WEIRDOS!”
“Oh is that all?” Jack winced. Scrubbing a hand over his ear, he tried to stop the ringing that had followed Louisa’s angry shrieking.
“No, I also have a head injury and my favorite pajama pants have been ruined with grass stains,” she sniffled. Louisa eyed the knife