One Another Chance to Love Rachel

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n from my eyes, sliding down m

ything I love about cooking hateful. But my relationship with onions is very complicated. I hate an

edible was when I was a child, and that was a boiled egg. And after that, I never stopped. I started reading

used to come home and cook, even as a child, all alone in my home with my mom working for two to three jobs. Cooking brings me

of us spent together in the kitchen, where he might be the boss or a teacher in some ways. But his company is som

ed me of the first time I came face-to-face with Jayce, the

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day, just one, the same day of m

ith a chef playing with ingredients and creating something, and everyone her

can bend down even if wanted without showing my ass. God, I sighed, with my leg throbbing. If I was complaining before about the clothes, which are not even that bad as the heels, for god sake, we are waiters, not strippers, weaning something like this and displaying ourselves. But I can

ed, loading my hands with plates an

I could have imagined, making the plates of food fly in the air, droppi

at any moment now. But my heart knows this is all reality, and it's my job that I only st

bling voice in my heart as I f

ice that the stiff, soft thing I landed on is nothing but the lap o

me suspiciously. I stood quickly, wanting to separate myself from the stranger. O

as he wrapped his hand around my waist, prevent

feel so helpless now, wi

g?" A voice shouted and made me stand

to speak with my voice shaking, both

xcuses; pack your stuff and leav

I tried t

ng from a stranger supporting me. "What do you think about the ridiculous uniform of th

the stranger beside me. "And as a guest, don't you have the r

n up this mes

as ignored by turning his back on me, l

me. "I'm sorry for ruining your meal; please let me t

n. I took a deep breath, trying to take a step, only to be stopped by a

g my feet on his lap and checking my sprain. "It's all red; you need

here," the manager'

giving a deadly stare to the manager. "You what? I

about it?" the ma

said, picking

on't think I've ever seen a guy, not even m

ttention to me. "Let's go," he said, holding

his head to the manager. "Pack your thing, or

he que

walked slowly towards his car.

stand for me. Even as a stranger, Jayce supported me, but, sadly, none of us wanted anything serious