“Fuck off,” he cussed as he came walking toward the buffet area. Her laughter pierced through the entire room.
I held my head extra low and prayed that he didn’t see me.
“Blake,” the chef behind the buffet area greeted him. “Seven o’clock.”
“I’m hungry, Pete, they’ll have to get used to me.”
“Oh, you’re blaming your hunger?”
“Shush,” Blake whispered and the Chef’s laughter reached my ears.
I didn’t know he was at Dragonia. My heart thumbed inside my chest as he dished up.
I concentrated on the blueberry drowning in my oats as the girls kept looking over their shoulder, staring at him.
“Fuck, he is hot,” the one closest to me said.
The others giggled again, and I rolled my eyes. As soon as he was going to take a seat, I would make a run for it. Yeah, that was the best.
The chef spoke to him in Latin, and Blake’s chuckle made my skin tingled. I didn’t dare to look up.
“You gotta be kidding,” one girl in front of me hissed, and I closed my eyes as my heart stammered.
“Morning,” Ashley at the table in front of us greeted him but he didn’t reply. He walked past their table and came to ours.
He plopped his tray at the edge of my table closest to me and I sighed.
“Morning,” he greeted all of them and they just stared at him. “Or not.” He sat down. “You seriously think you can hide from me?”
My gaze flickered on him. My heart pulled in all directions. “Apparently not.”
Every person in the cafeteria’s eyes was on me. I could feel them.
He smiled. “When did you get here?”
“Yesterday morning.” I kept my answers short and shoved a spoon of oats into my mouth as my stomach turned.
“How is your training going?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“Okay?” He raised his eyebrow.
“The flavor of the month is spicy, so more than okay.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, Micha is hot.”
He was such a flirt. I wished I had seen it earlier. I finished my food.
“Mind taking a walk with me? We have a couple of things to discuss.”
Everyone around the table was staring at both of us as my eyes skidded over them. “Yeah, sure.”
I got up and walked to the drop off area. He handed his tray to the chef.
“Keep it in the warmer please, Chef.”
“Will do,” he answered, and we slipped out the back door.
