27 || Must Date The Chef (II)

Someone is trying to pry my skull open with a crowbar. That’s the only way to describe the throbbing pain at my temples. I peel my eyes open. My vision is a bit hazy but the figures in front of me finally move into focus.

There are four things I notice.

The waiter is still here.

His knuckles are bruised.

Edwin has a cut on his lips.

There’s a small crowd watching us.

“Hey,” Edwin says and scurries to sit beside me. He takes both of my hands when I try to touch the side of my head. “Don’t do that, babe. The waiter hit you by mistake.” I look up to him and nod. Liar. Fucking liar. There is no way the waiter would have reached me. “I’m going to get him fired. But first, let’s get you to a clinic.” His lips descend over mine in a brief kiss I don’t respond to. “What’s wrong?”

The crowds have resumed their business, even the waiter is missing. I swipe my hand across my nose. “Nothing’s wrong. I want to go home.” Edwin chuckles. “I’m