Chapter Four: Callum"What do you do?" Mandi's voice sounds a little choked, perhaps she's feeling much more down about moving in with her parents than she let on initially. She seems bright, well educated. Surely she'll get her break, even if it doesn't seem like it right now. Anyway, what did she ask? Oh s**t, what do I do?
"I'm a chef," I finally say.
She stares at me for a moment, her eyebrows pulled together into a half-frown.
"A chef..." Then her eyes widen. Oh dear, there it is. The moment of recognition. "Oh f**k!" she exclaims, covering her mouth with her hand as soon as she catches herself.
"Sorry, I'm just... OK, now I get why that girl kept staring at you. Callum... Of course. God, I feel pretty silly now."
I grin at her, hoping that the awkwardness will wear off soon enoug
