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"Do you know who did it?" she asked, her brows furrowed. "He's really upset, Zad."
"But they have different sauce holding capacities."
"Are you doing a good job?" she asked angrily, her hands shaking. "Because some people just dumped the punch bowl over Sariel's head and told him...
He was regarding two different packages of noodles. "Do they taste different?"
Addie knocked on Zad’s door three times, looking impatient.
“Do different noodles taste different?”
“You have the air of a rich kid.”
She sighed before leaving, going to find Zad.
He kissed her cheek before starting to work.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
She sighed, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. "Take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. I'm going to go talk to Zad."
"What about pasta? And some wine?"
"Were you rich? I bet you were rich."
"Who did it to you?" she asked, going into the bathroom and running the shower, pouring in some lavender salts.
"I don't know. Do we want to eat out on the deck?"
"What about you?"
She pulled back slightly, cupping his face in her hands, studying him carefully. Her hands were warm, and her thumb brushed his cheekbone....
He exhaled. "Thank you."
"I was a cool kid," she insisted.
"No, baby," she said soothingly, sounding as if she were about to cry. "Don't listen to them. You're good. You're so good. Don't listen to them."
