Double Trouble

Chapter 10

Haven's Point of View

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Where did I keep my water bottle? Dam, Ally would know where it is but I don't want to kiss the sleeping devil awake. I think that dangerous job is more suitable for Aaron, he would be more than happy to kiss her, devil or not.

"Okay back to finding the bottle." I whisper to myself, snapping myself out of the trance.

I checked the storage room, the kitchen, the cabinets, the gallery, underneath the bed and even the bathroom, but I couldn't find that dam bottle.

"The bottle has grown a pair of legs. It's literally running away from me." I say, and as soon as the words spew out of my mouth, I realized how free I am, chasing a bottle without legs at the crack of the dawn. "Meh, I will just go without one." I shrug and walk out of the silent apartment.

I close the door behind me and adjust my earplugs, when I sense a movement behind me. As I turn, I am facing none other than Chef Bottura carrying a brown bag and a bottle of water.

"Good Morning, Chef Bottura." I greet Aaron.

"Good Morning, Haven." He says with an annoyed face. I think he is still mad about the little prank we pulled on him last night.

"It was not my idea to leave you behind, the credits go to your beloved Elsa." I speak. "You are Chef Bottura." I state.

"I never said that." He immediately replies.

"You didn't deny it either, when I called you by that title just moments ago. And I knew you were the famous Chef, when you came to visit us at the restaurant." I lean my shoulder on the wall and crossed my arms.

His face was screaming 'How does she know?' Let me state my observation.

"I noticed you exiting the kitchen when a waiter opened the door of our private room. You were removing your toque, which means you worked in the kitchen, but when you said you owned the restaurant, that's when I arrived to the conclusion that you might be the head chef. When Ally praised Chef Bottura and his excellent skills you seemed overjoyed, a little too overjoyed. And let's not forget your attempt to tell her the truth in the car but her completely discarding the truth by leaving you behind." I complete my observation. "Oh, right. And the breakfast that you made us was top level. These facts led to the conclusion that you are Chef Bottura." I end my monologue.

He just stares at me. Okay, did I say something wrong, I don't think so. I just stated some facts and connected them together to make a sensible theory out of them.

"Hello? Chef? You dead inside?" I waved my hands in front of his face to snap him out of his trance.

He clears his throat, before speaking. "You're right. I am Chef Bottura."

"Just don't tell the clueless devil about your findings." He pleads, after a short silence is exchanged. 

"Why not? I thought you want her to know that you are the person she admires the most." I ask.

"I changed my mind." He says with a shrug, clearly hiding the real reason.

"Ah, I get it, you don't want her to treat you differently. You want her to be herself in front of you, if it is reviled that you are her idol, she will either never talk to you again or grow conscious about herself and behave like a different person. This goes for you too; you want her to know the real you. You want her to see the real Aaron behind the Chef Boturra façade" I yet again try to voice his thoughts.