Chapter FiveWell, this is bizarre. The whole thing, with just the waitress at first, then even the chef who especially came out of the kitchen to talk to Callum... I don't know how he deals with it on a regular basis, because I'd be hopeless.
I look over at him as he first gives the chef, then Maria the waitress a friendly handshake. He smiles at me apologetically when they finally leave again. I admire how patient he is about all this.
"Sorry about that."
"The price of fame, eh?" I remark, while playing around with the last bit of purple frilly lettuce on my otherwise empty plate.
"Yep."
"This sort of thing happens all the time?" I ask, wondering why otherwise sane and rational grown-ups would act like blushing teenagers around someone, simply because they've been on TV. While he's g
