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.

throwing down my order pad and darting behind the bar to

she hadn’t walked

securing the new keg, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s

to

my hands and hustle over to Table 5. I paste on

“Is everything

woman, glaring at her pasta as if it had personally insulted her.

ever had. It’s dry

breath. “I’m so sorry you’re not

huffs. “I want this taken off

teeth. “Again, I

to the kitchen, my patience wearing thin. “John, we need to remake a

complaint.”

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

glance at the clock. It’s nearing the end of the dinner rush,

dial his number for the

Straight to voicemail. Again.

bailed.

us are scrambling to make it

I say, throwing my apron on and

that John and I work together on the line seems to stretch

managerial duties pull at me from every angle, like one of those

limbs. I feel caught in the middle, like an unsuspecting peasant who got

a loaf of bread.

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