"Yeah, she is. Do you perhaps have a three-star rate as well? I mean, are you a three-star Michelin too?" She didn't know why she felt the need to ask that.
Scalet didn't know what she would do with the answer he would give her.
"Hmmm." Only came his reply.
Hmm? As in he was? That was a big deal! Her roommate's cousin was one too and his signature dishes were top-notch. She'd love to taste his too!
"Eleanor speaks about your food every time. Not that I haven't tasted your dishes before. I have but she says you have a signature touch you only do sometimes. I look for… arrrh!" She screamed and he stopped everything he was doing and touched her arm.
The sting from the hot pan lingered around the back of her hand and she almost wanted to cry.
"Did you not see that the pan was hot? Why would you touch it!" The man was pissed and she could hear every sound in his voice.
