“Did you try the Phoenix thing again?” “You know about that?” He nodded. “I saw you practising last week through the window. You almost lit your apron on fire.” “Right,” I muttered, heat crawling up my neck. “Well, I’m refining it.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s very dramatic.” “I’m dramatic,” I snapped because my fight-or-flirt reflex malfunctioned. “It’s called Phoenix Froth for a reason.”
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