Ghost Chefs
he said, scratching the nape of his neck.
Well, isn't he sweet? I smiled inwardly.
“You won't have to. And if it would make you feel any better, your words didn't affect me that much. I just thought about something," I said to him.
“Well that must mean my skills are getting rusty,“ he joked, making me burst into laughter.
“So can I ask what got your mind busy?“ He inquired after we had both settled down from our laughter.
“Well, you didn't tell me that you had another profession aside from being a chef," I teased.
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