“Thank you all for having me. Do we have names? Or should I stick with Emo, Bratty, and Smart?” I glance over at the woman with a subtle shake of my head. “I like you, Gwen. My name is Tabby.” She brightens. “Oh! Chef Tabby?” I regard her with a casual shrug. “That’s me.” “Rhys talks about you all the time.” Now my head tilts at her, piecing together how they know each other while ignoring the sharp jab of unfounded jealousy that just cropped up in my gut. “Does he?” “Oh yeah. He’s been coming to my classes, and he’s quiet, ya know? So I’ve tried to get him talking a bit, and he’s always
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