Chapter Twenty Eight

"That's crazy. How can you like brocolli?" I asked, scrunching my face in disgust as I watched Zach eat it from his plate with a fork. He dipped it in some weird sauce and I wasn't even ready to try it even though I knew it was his recipe that was cooked in the kitchen tonight.

"You've probably not tasted my recipe. Want to try?" he asked, bringing his fork near my mouth but I turned my head to the other side with a small laugh.

"No, thank you. I'm happy with my chicken wings."

"You need to learn to cook food you don't like as well if you want to become a chef." He added, licking the sauce of his lips and distracting me momentarily. I want those lips on mine already.

"I will, eventually maybe. Is there any food you don't like but you have cooked anyway?" I asked, curious to know more about him and I loved the way his eyes shone every time I asked him a question.

We were sitting in one of the booths, eating some food while Beth and Mason were busy on the dance floor and hanging out