After Jason left, Jessie grabbed the blanket and threw it off her. This house had nothing at all, it was so boring. If only she had her phone, but after considering it that might be for the best she wasn't mentally stable enough to endure all that harsh feedback.
She stood up and adjusted the shirt, she took a collared shirt and tried to fold one of the sleeves but gave up almost immediately. Allowing the sleeves drape around the tip of her fingers she limped into the kitchen. Following her nose and the amazing mouthwatering scent that wafted out of there.
She knew Jason hired a chef but she hadn't met him officially yet. She walked in and sat on a stool around the island.
The chef was backing her so he didn't know she was there yet.
She leaned against the counter and watched him cook, he definitely had a lot of skill, but why did she feel like she knew him. 'Maybe I'm imagining it, but he does feel familiar.'
