CHAPTER- 87

Iris POV:

As I set the spaghetti with white sauce on the counter, my fingers trembled with nervousness.

God! Stop shaking, Iris.

The kitchen, bustling with activity, was a whirlwind of sounds and smells—a mix of sizzling pans, clattering utensils, and the fragrant aroma of garlic and herbs.

The pressure of working in this unique café-restaurant hybrid was relentless.

In the morning, it functioned as a cozy café with pastries and coffee; by 12 PM, it transformed into a full-fledged restaurant, only to revert to a café again by 9 PM.

With a deep breath, I shifted my attention to the next dish: tomato soup and garlic bread.

The soup bubbled gently on the stove, and I stirred it carefully, ensuring it didn’t stick to the bottom.

I could hear the comforting sound of the soup’s simmering as it released its savory aroma.

I placed the bread slices on the grill, arranging them meticulously to ensure they were evenly toasted.

A sudden jolt against my back startled me. I flinched, nearly sp