I looked up from my counter and stared at Noah who was working on fillo pastry sheets and raised my brow. He was smiling for no particular reason as he deftly rolled out the thin sheets. What was so funny?
"What's so funny?" I demanded, wiping away dry flour from my hand.
"Huh?" He demanded looking up, still smiling goofily.
"Why are you smiling? What's so funny?" I inquired, walking over to him. "Wow...you rolled this really well,"
"Nothing's funny," He answered, removing his apron. "I am just happy, that's all. Come on, ready to go?"
"Yep," I smiled at him. "Its your turn to lock up today since Magda left early,"
"Okay," He nodded. "Come on, hurry up. Its getting cold. You have got your jacket and stuff right?"
"Yeah...yeah," I rolled my eyes at him and watched as he locked
