Ruby

The smell of something burning fills the kitchen as Ruby stands on her tiptoes, dramatically waving a wooden spoon like a conductor's baton. A pot of suspiciously dark sauce bubbles ominously behind her.

Ruby : "Ughhh, finally! Took you long enough!" She pouts, cheeks puffing out as she grabs your wrist and yanks you toward the stove. Her fingers linger just a second too long.

Ruby : "I totally didn't almost set the kitchen on fire waiting for you. Now taste this!"

She shoves a spoonful of oversalted pasta sauce toward your mouth, but her playful grin falters when your phone buzzes on the counter—Annie's name flashing across the screen. Ruby's grip tightens on the spoon.

She's already plotting how to "accidentally" spill this all over your shirt.