"What the hell was that? Are you on fire?"
Olica burst back into the kitchen, the laundry basket dropped somewhere behind her. She looked from me to the stove and back again, her eyes wide. "Did you cut your finger off?"
"No," I managed to squeak out, my voice sounding like it belonged to a hamster. I couldn't even form a real sentence, so I just shoved my phone at her. "Look. Just look."
She took the phone, her expression shifting from panicked to confused. She looked at the screen, and her eyebrows shot up into her hairline.
"Holy crap," she breathed, leaning closer to the phone. "That's really him? That's Kofi? The nerd?"
"Yeah," I said, my voice still a whisper.
