For some reason, Dusty was nervous. He sat in Mavis’s office, his hands clenched together, literally twiddling his thumbs. Or what he guessed was meant by twiddling anyway. Rolling his thumbs around each other over and over while he waited for his boss to finish with her phone call.
He shifted in the chair, grimacing when the leather creaked loudly in the relatively quiet office. Dusty had arrived half an hour ago, and just after they’d exchanged pleasantries, Mavis got on a call that simply could not wait.
Of course, it now gave him the time to second-guess everything. He still was pretty sure Mavis was going to offer him the head chef position. The problem was…he wasn’t sure he should accept it.
He wanted it just as much. Could taste it, really. No pun intended. And having to turn it
