|| Arabella ||

“So…?” Theo looked at me expectantly once I came out of his uncle’s friend’s kitchen after my interview as a part-time chef.

Like Theo promised, he drove me here and was weirdly nice enough to wait while I gave my interview. He was now sitting at a corner table, having some cheesecake and cappuccino.

I grinned and announced, “I passed!”

“Congrats,” he wished in monotone, taking a sip of his shake.

“Hey, show some more enthusiasm,” I scolded, putting a hand on my hip.

“Well, what do you expect? Shall I do a happy dance for you?” he responded dryly.

“No, but—”

He cut me short and...