"Here try this."
"Definitely needs a little more salt.
"Nope this is perfect."
"I would say not great, but definitely not bad either."
Natalie grudgingly deeps her spoon in the soup that's right in front of her. It's delicious, but she's not really paying attention to the message her taste buds are relaying to her brain. Her eyes are focused on the sight in front of her. Going from one face to the other while she feels pretty much like a third wheel on a couple's date.
She feels totally ignored by the two men who have been talking spices, recipes, ingredients and whatever else is needed when coming up with some great recipe.
"He just had to be a food lover." She sneers.
Hating the fact that Brendan has her last line of defence which happens to be her father in the palm of his hand
