Chapter FiveWell, this is bizarre. The whole thing, with just the waitress at first, then even the chef who especially came out of the kitchen to talk to Callum, is plain odd. I don't know how he deals with it on a regular basis, because I'd be hopeless.
I look over at him as he first gives the chef, then Maria the waitress a friendly handshake. He smiles at me apologetically when they finally leave again.
"Sorry about that."
"The price of fame, eh?" I remark, while playing around with the last bit of purple frilly lettuce on my otherwise empty plate.
"Yep."
"This sort of thing happens all the time, huh?" I ask, wondering why otherwise sane and rational grown-ups would act like blushing teenagers around someone, simply because they've been on TV. While he's gorgeous and probably cooks
