Page 22 of Mr. Delicious
Chapter 7
Wren
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Iwent to work the next day feeling more positive.
While I saw Mr. Delicious early in the morning at the usual time I never got to speak to him properly. No more than hello. The place was super busy.
I was rushed off my feet all day, even with the work experience guys who were heaps better than my actual staff. There was only my chefs and Selene today from my team. Jami and Priscilla were missing as usual.
Stella had offered to swing by at six to see how I was doing.
When six came she appeared. I came out from the break room and she was waiting like the dutiful friend she was in our usual spot.
I sat down and let out a breath of exasperation. Good thing I rested all those days. It was in prep for today.
Stella smiled at me and set her pen down inside her notebook.
“So, did you speak to him today?”
She’d been pestering me since last week for all the juice on Mr Delicious.
“No. It got so busy that we couldn’t talk.”
“You have his number why didn’t you take a break and call him?”
“I didn’t think I could do that. What if I disturbed him at work? Plus, and this is so embarrassing… I don’t know his name.”
Her eyes turned to saucers and she started laughing.
“Did you call him Mr. Delicious?” she cooed with mischief.
“Just on my phone.”
She laughed, and her pretty honey blonde curls bounced.
“Well Miss Wren, I do declare it would appear that our Mr. Delicious seems to like you.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks at the thought. “No. Pretty certain he was just being nice. I was a mess last week and he was just being nice.”
“You saidnicetwice.”
“Stella he was just being nice.”
“Nice is opening the door, giving you the taxi he was waiting on. Heck, nice is giving a compliment. That man worked in here like the place was his.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Trust me. So, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise I reckon it’s safe to say he’s a keeper if you can get him.”
Last week I didn’t have the strength to laugh at her sayings. Today was different. I doubled over, holding my stomach, laughter coming up from deep within.
“You’re laughing.” She straightened her candy striped blouse.
“Because you make it sound like I have a chance.”
“Wren, don’t you make me madder than a stuck hog in a sty.”
