Abby “Abby, I…” Karl’s voice wavers ever so slightly, his words trailing off. There are a few moments that feel like an eternity as his eyes dart around the room, and I feel like I can’t take it anymore. “Karl, just say it!” His eyes widen slightly as my voice raises an octave, but I’m not b
Karl The drive home feels like an eternity, each passing minute melting into the next. I can’t stop thinking about how I left Abby’s house, with nothing but a stiff hug and a half-smile. Abby’s words, or rather, her lack of words, continue to echo in my mind as I drive. I thought she might react
Abby The morning sun warms my tired body as I step out of my apartment. Chloe and Leah are waiting outside so we can all walk to work together, leaning against the wrought iron fence outside my apartment. “There’s the star chef,” Chloe says, pushing away from the fence as I approach. She’s weari
Abby I’m still clutching my phone so tightly that my knuckles are probably turning white. I’m standing in the middle of the cold storeroom, my hands shaking slightly as I wait for Mr. Thompson’s verdict. “I’ve called to inform you of the results from last night,” he says. “First of all, I hope y
After all, our paths have diverged, and it’s time for both of us to move on. Mr. Thompson’s voice brings me back to the present. “Well then,” he continues, “I’ll be looking forward to your interview tomorrow. I’ll email you the details as soon as we’re done here.” I can’t help but smile. “Thank
Karl “You’ve been staring at those profiles I gave you for hours, Karl,” Marcus says, his eyes flickering over to me from where he sits across my desk. “What’s on your mind?” I run a hand through my hair, feeling deflated after the hectic morning. “It’s just... None of them feel right, Marcus. T
But people are staring, and I feel like I’m making a fool of myself. So after a few pictures, I hand the phone back and step away. “There you go.” Meg takes a look at the photos I’ve taken and frowns. “Karl, these are terrible! I can’t post any of these. They make me look fat. Try again.” I’m
Abby I walk into the TV studio, my heart pounding with excitement and nervous energy. This is it, the day of my interview, and I’m determined to make the most of it. As I step inside, I’m greeted by a flurry of activity. People are rushing around, setting up cameras, adjusting lights, and making