“f*****g asshole. Crazy bee-brained goat.” I muttered under my breath.
Of course all those words were meant for Triston.
I mean, it was ten in the night and I was still standing, learning how to make the stupid fish soup the way he liked it.
And worse of all, I had to stay quiet as I was certain that if Lucy was to wake up, she'd cause a fuss.
Something I wasn't in the mood for at the moment (not that I ever was).
I seriously was just meeting assholes in my life.
Like how on earth did the stupid soup expect me to measure a f*****g 23.76%.
Why the heck was this dude so complicated?
But I had to do it or else I should prepare to lose my job.
And I'd already lasted three days, I mustn't give up.
Four more days and I'll be able to move out of Lucy's s**t of an apartment.
After tons
