Eliza froze with fear when Jake walked into the living room.

He had a knife.

It was a long, sharp, nasty thing, all shining steel with a deadly edge. He waved it in her general direction and started talking.

“You never know when someone’s nuts. Absolutely wacko, you know? Or about to snap, even.” He paused and ran a finger down the blade, staring her down all the while. Her mouth dropped open. They had just been talking about… What had they been talking about? And he left for a moment and now he had a knife and oh my god he was probably going to kill her.

“Who’s to say a guy you think’s your best friend isn’t going to walk in one day and slit your throat? You just never know with people. You can’t tell what’s going on up here.” He gestured at his head and took a step forward. “In any case…”
Eliza screamed and ran out the door, not looking back for a second.

Jake looked after her in confusion and took a bite of his banana. “I was just going to ask how you’re doing at the new job…”