Love At First Fight: My Next Door Neighbour
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rganized my kitchen cabinets for the third time, trying to drown out her voic
ath, slamming a cabinet harder than necessary. "Well,
gripped the counter, forcing myself to breathe the way my the
me jump, scattering my c
e. Because of course it was
smell seeping under my door was making my stomach growl traitorously. Som
, his voice warm with amusement. "I ca
busy," I called back, cringin
frito - a sauce that's basically happi
- made something flutter in my chest. I
e chirped, followed by
ed hair and more vintage jewelry than a thrift store. Behi
issed. "You
o my apartment like she owned it. "And this is definitely an emergency. You two need to sort out
heart racing. "Get
anic on my face. "Hey, it's okay. I'm Ruby Chen - food blogger, profess
had lost all its pl
watching me with those warm brown eyes, and there
ut a glass container filled with what looked like a vibrant red
n principle. But another part - the part that remembered how food could bring peop
he container. His were warm, sl
you," I
hallway. "Are you killing Zane? Because
view, followed by a quieter girl about the same
, "what did we say a
and I was telling her about Thursday, and-" He stopped, finally noti
her arms through Tommy and Maria's. "Come on, ki
d on eggs," he said softly. "Or just with bread. Or..." He ran a h
ed - a real smile, not the confident gri
uce inside looked like sunset in a jar, flecks of herbs ca
n, Dad telling stories while he chopped vegetable
r. It hit my counter with a crack, red sauce spl
auce. Breathe. In for
breaking glass, Mom's scream, the pantry's dark embrace as I huddle
apologies. Music started up again, softe
had two options: call Sarah and admit she
ll and I could file an official complaint. Get the
in my mind. Maria's shy smile.
y from my cabinet, marking
my editor: "Where's my draft? Also, just heard about a fascinating case. Local chef runni
l, then at the thin barrier between my sanctuary and
would be to ca
what is a supper club?" and trying