Chapter 17
Ten minutes later, I opened the front door to the bakery, staring in confusion at the sight before me. When Mum said Mrs Wong was dropping by, I had actually expected to see…well, Mrs Wong. That was a mistake. I scrutinised the tall guy, with raven black hair, wearing a basketball jersey. From the translucent plastic bag with the hint of green dangling from his arm, I guessed he was here to deliver the bok choy in Mrs Wong’s place. I totally hadn’t seen this one coming.
Mum: 1. Me: 0.
“You’re Mrs Wong’s son, right? Ben?” All I remembered about him was that awkward time when he came to the bakery years ago. Seemed like we were about to have a belated round two full of awkwardness.
Ben nodded. “Yep. Are you ready to go?”
“Go? Go where?”
“Uh.” He gave me an isn’t-it-obvious l
