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We both dip spoons into the sauce, tasting it simultaneously. It’s… alright. The paprika adds an

unexpected depth of flavor. But it’s just not what I wanted. None of this is what I wanted. I had really

thought for a while that Karl would wind up being my sous chef for the competition, but that had turned

out horribly.

“Tastes good to me,” John says gruffly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah. It’s fine,” I half-agree, setting my spoon down.

John lets out another groan. “Fine?”

I nod and meet his annoyed gaze. “Yeah. It’s fine, John.”

That’s when John rips his apron off and tosses it down on the counter. “Whatever, Abby,” he groans.

“I’m going home. Goodnight.”

“Wait, John—” I call out as he storms over to the door, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know

he’s made up his mind.

“I’ve had enough for one day,” he says, his eyes meeting mine for a moment over his shoulder before

reaches the door.

gone, leaving

glance around at the chaotic landscape of our

splattered

has left me with the mess again. I mutter a curse under my breath and

and banging dishes into

I work, my thoughts drift back to last week, the moment of optimism when I had

me for this competition.

bar for a while after closing to celebrate

sitting beside

my finger running around the rim of my glass. “So,

use a sous chef. Would you

had lit up faster than I expected.

I smiled, suddenly relieved. “I think we could make a

beer bottle against my wine glass.

be amazing, Abby.”

a greasy pan that’s proving to be a challenge.

happen. I scrub harder, as if I

with enough

a week and yet I already don’t

He seems to resent the extra hours, the hard work, the

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