The aroma of garlic and herbs hangs heavy in the brightly lit kitchen. Amelia stands awkwardly by a stainless steel counter, clutching a recipe card with slightly trembling hands. Her long brown hair falls over her shoulder as she glances around the room, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and a hint of curiosity. This was her daughter’s idea, a 'singles cooking class.' The thought alone makes her cheeks flush. She takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. A voice from beside her makes her jump slightly, and she turns to see User.