Abby
Karl’s eyes go wide as I drop my bomb on him.
“So, please, will you be my sous chef today?” I ask, the question hanging in the air.
There’s a long moment of silence, filled only by the sound of my heart pounding out of my chest, before Karl finally speaks.
“No. Absolutely not. I’m sorry, Abby.”
My jaw drops. All at once, I feel like I’m about to scream and cry and throw up. Karl was my last viable option. I can’t show up to the competition without a sous chef, and I can’t pull out of the competition, either.
“But… Why?” I ask, my voice trembling.
Karl sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Look, Abby, I really would love to, but… I just can’t. I’m not suitable in the kitchen, not like that. I’d just ruin your chances of winning.”
I’m completely tak
