"Someone wants to see you."
One of the waiters says when he walks into the big kitchen.
"I'm busy." I huff, chopping the onions. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"She said she's your girlfriend." He insists. "And that it's something urgent."
I take off my apron and storm out of the kitchen, knowing too well who it is.
Billie Fùcking Brown.
She's sitting at a table in the far corner, wearing big dark glasses and a big red hoodie. She takes the glasses off when she gets a glimpse of me. She's sitting next to Noah, who is on his phone as usual. The guy is like her shadow. Always following her everywhere she goes. I don't know how she survives being around that asshole all the fùcking time.
"What are you doing here?" I ask coldly.
"That's not the way to greet your fabulous, famous girlfriend
