Chapter 0164
“You know,” I chuckle, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, “when I first went to

culinary school, I thought I would be facing all of these obstacles. Older men not taking me seriously,

financial issues, critics.”

“And you have faced all of that and then some,” John teases.

I nod. “Yes. But now, it’s…”

“Truffles.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. “Yep. Truffles.”

The sizzle of the grill, the clinking of glasses from the bar, and the incessant ring of the phone in the

background merge into one big cacophony, making my head spin.

I’m metaphorically knee-deep in murky water, me ntally ticking off a never-ending list of things that need

to get done, and Karl is nowhere to be found.

“Abby, the Rosé keg just tapped out,” shouts Ethan from the front, his soft voice barely audible over the

din.

mit,” I mutter, throwing down my order pad and darting

walked out

my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text from the

is demanding to see the manager.

great,” I grumble as I wash my hands and hustle over to Table 5. I paste on my

“Is everything

glaring at her pasta as if

I’ve ever had. It’s dry and there’s too

breath. “I’m so sorry you’re not enjoying your

huffs. “I want this

clenched teeth. “Again, I

wearing

complaint.”

eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Where the

It’s nearing the end of the dinner rush, and I still haven’t heard from Karl. I

his number for the umpteenth time

Straight to voicemail. Again.

but he bailed. No call, no show. Just

scrambling to make it work, on

say, throwing my apron on and washing my hands.

and I work together on the line seems to

from every angle, like one of those Medieval

the middle, like an unsuspecting peasant who got caught

a loaf of bread.

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