“Oh my God.” I close my eyes and chew, bopping back and forth on the seat in an unintentional happy dance. “This is amazing.”
“You really don’t know much about food, then. I mean, it’s good. But this is the healthy s**t. Wait until I cook you something artery-clogging. You’ll love it.”
I take another bite and then clap a hand over my mouth. “I dinut chay tank yew.”
Akim raises his brows. “Pardon?”
I swallow and try again. “I didn’t say thank you! I was too busy eating, and I—”
“That is thank you enough,” he interrupts. “As a chef, watching people enjoy your food is as much gratitude as you need. f**k knows I don’t get any from the Big Bad Wolf upstairs.”
Now that my hunger is more under control, I can see this opportunity for what it is: a chance to make an ally.
I push my bowl away
