The beginning of a celebration

Isabella

I leaned over the plate, cleaning it well before putting it in the bowl Ruth had put me in to help her with. I didn't know I missed the routine of a kitchen so much until I found myself back at work, surrounded by all that delicious bustle.

I looked up to find Gustaf on the other side of the kitchen, finishing a dessert with a caramel dome. He was concentrating on placing the caramel perfectly on the mousse, taking care not to break it.

As soon as he had finished, he looked in my direction, giving me a discreet smile, as if he guessed I was watching him.

"He was very happy to see you," Ruth commented, finishing off a plate.

"I had no idea he'd bring me here today," I admitted.

"Have you two been together long? "one of the waitresses nearby asked.

For a moment I didn't know how to answer that question, in theory Gustaf and I weren't even together. Or were we?

"We've been getting to know each other better over the last few days "I chose a safe answer.

It was true, we were bot