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❛ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. ❜
blue romero fled to la when she
was eighteen years old, with
absolutely nothing - not even
a name. all of that changes
just by walking into a bakery.
911 S1-5 BUCK...
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Athena was right, I needed to be honest with Fiona and the team.
But — I wanted to hold off until I sorted out what I wanted to do first. And maybe I was a little nervous.
So I didn't say anything to Buck when we woke up that morning. Or to Fiona when I told her I was going down to the station with some cinnamon buns, then was going out with Athena. I didn't say anything to some of the station members as I walked into the building and greeted them. And I didn't even think about saying anything as I approached the kitchen island, where Hen, Chimney, and Bobby were getting ready to make omelets.
I just waited and pretended like it was any normal day.
"Morning Blue," Bobby said.
I smiled proudly. Like I wasn't currently hiding something kind of big. "Morning guys,"
I put the buns on the counter and was immediately delegated to a new job. I chopped green onions and diced tomatoes as the four of us chatted. Bobby and I almost got an assembly line going. Chopping, separating, cracking eggs, topping, flipping, then plating.
I slid a full plate over to Chim eventually, who then said, "You two ever feel like you missed your calling?"
"What're you thinking?" Bobby asked, "Michelin-rated restaurant or short order cook?"
"I was thinking TV chefs. I mean, it's like watching performance art."
I chuckled, "I would look good on TV."
"Mmm," Hen added, "And much like watching cooking, we never get to taste anything. By the time the food hits the table —"
"The bell goes off?" I asked.
"The bell goes off."
I nodded sadly, beginning to stack dishes in the sink and reminiscing on all the unfinished dinners Bobby and I made since he got there — Always interrupted by the untimely bell.
