Irene’s POV
“And then she was like how dare you kiss my boyfriend” she tried to say it in a sassy tone.
“And guess what happened next? They started slapping each other. Everyone was just laughing. But you know what? I just walked out of the class.”
“Woah! That was dramatic,” I said, as I stirred the gravy. After thirty minutes of listening to her school drama, I finally commented. It wouldn’t have ended if she hadn’t walked out of the class.
“What’s the occasion? BTW,” she asked as she tasted the gravy from the saucepan.
“Nothing,” I said, as I plated the steak. Its juicy texture was already watering my mouth.
“Oh, so what about your job? I guess you got a better job.”
Better? Yes, it is.
“It is actually. The working hours are suitable for my schedule.” I had served everythi
