I didn't say much as I started to work. Probably because I was too petrified. Hot guys are my kryptonite.
We worked side by side for about fifteen minutes and I took the liberty of assuming that he wasn't on delivery duty today. "So, Amy, where do you go to school?" Asher suddenly asked me, causing my fingers to stop pressing the dough for a moment.
"Charlesteen," I replied before quickly adding, "you?"
"I'm nineteen, I'm not in school," he said and I looked up at him. His lips held a sad smile as he watched his hands fold the dough.
"You didn't want to continue your education?" I inquired curiously as my fingers started to work again. I hadn't noticed, but the awkward tension had thinned and it was almost non-existent.
"I did, but I couldn't leave this place," he told me sadly. I fou
