Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality Is, Not in the Slightest, a Meet-Cute Moment"
(Pt. 2)
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3:00 PM
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I look up and flash him a sheepish smile. "Hi-i-i, Timo."
He harrumphs, pulling me up on my feet with his meaty paws. "Were you just sneaking off with another pint of ice cream again?"
My jaw drops. "What? No! I would never do that!" At least, not this time.
The Benvidezes did have a good eye in choosing their staff.
Take Timo, for example. This pastry chef was a godsend in the kitchen — along with the other members of the Chef de Partie* brigade.
Anything his hand touches was a gastronomical masterpiece — especially his apple buns and homemade ice creams.
Moreover, he was just in his early 30s with a shiny degree from ICE (not ICE-ICE*, but the Institute of Culinary Education)— his culinary brilliance has yet to reach its peak.
He raises a thick straight brow, unimpressed from my instant denial of his creations.
I let my eyes roam around the room, still on high alert in case he walks in. It wasn't like he can – employees and close family friends are only allowed inside, after all.
"But, I would," he finally says, pulling out two dessert spoons from his apron.
He hands me one, and I eagerly take it with a slight humble bow. To have this man freely offer me his food was an honor!
He proceeds to take out a pint of his mouth-watering dessert.
He opens the lid.The cloud of frost permeating in the air was such an enticing sight, I almost cried while a choir of dessert angels sang around me.
I was about to join him when I sensed a shift in the air.
Every hair on my skin prickles, standing up from the roots to their very tips — and, it wasn't because of the open freezer.
He's here.
He found me!
I don't know why. I just knew it! It was like my body was attuned to his presence whenever he's nearby.
I feel his shrewd gaze scan around every corner of the room, past the bustling culinary crowd, before they fixate on my back like a red-hot fire poker.
Quickly, I tried to come up with an escape plan when I remembered the service entrance.
