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“Yeah,” I said with a defeated sigh. “The stupid jerk.” She looked back to me, a quizzical brow arched in suspicion. “Sorry. It’s a long story. I should probably get out of here before he notices me. Is he looking this way?”

The woman glanced back. “No—wait.” She watched for another second before whispering, “Okay, go!”

“Thanks,” I whispered back, pushing off the wall and scuttling down the hallway.

“Have a good evening. See you next class,” she continued to whisper-yell.

“Yeah, you too,” I returned, waving over my shoulder.

Half an hour ago I’d been so sure I was done with Cooking Solo and that snooty Chef Jodi. But then I saw him. And eventhough I couldn’t stand the guy, I knew that if it meant I’d get another chance to gawk when he wasn’t looking, I’d be returning for the next class.

Because I was nothing if not a glutton for punishment.

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