Then there’s a knock, crisp and assertive. “Come in,” I call out, expecting to see Ethan or even Karl. But the door swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t recognize. Dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s steel blue
Abby “This… Isn’t a prank, right?” Even as I utter those words, I feel like an idiot. But I can’t help myself; I just can’t wrap my head around this whole situation. My little restaurant was chosen as one of four finalists for the Alpha gathering out of all of the amazing restaurants in the ci
Ethan’s grin fades to an expression of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen. “What is it, Abby?” Without pausing for a breath, I recount my meeting with Calvin. “We’ve been chosen as one of the finalists to cater for the Alpha gathering! There’s going to be a cook-off and everything!” I can barely
Abby The ambiance of the restaurant after hours is one of muted stillness, a stark contrast to its bustling daytime persona. I absolutely cherish these moments, where the world seems to fade, and it’s just me and my culinary creations. Tonight, it’s not about a new dish or preparation for t
“Karl!” I shriek, both shocked and amused. I look at him, my expression feigned outrage, but the giggles escaping my lips betray me. “You’ll pay for that.” His laughter fills the room, a deep, infectious sound. “Bring it on, chef.” Without another word, I scoop up a generous handful of flour a
The restaurant buzzes with an energy that I haven’t felt in a long while. Streamers hang from the ceiling, twinkling fairy lights wrap around the bar, and the laughter of friends and colleagues fills the air. Tonight is more than just another party; it’s a celebration of someone I hold dear, and I
“Actually, I think everyone should be in the picture,” I start to say, not wanting Karl to feel left out. After all, he’s a part of the team, part of this night. And he’s helped me immensely with the preparations. Karl meets my eyes, and it’s as if he reads my thoughts. His face softens, and he pu
The city’s nocturnal pulse is like a second heartbeat, a comforting undercurrent as I make my way toward the subway. Tonight was something else. A blend of euphoria, sprinkled with an indescribable tension—thanks to Karl’s abrupt departure. I’m not sure why he left, or really even when he left.