The Chef (5)

We hugged again, and this time I congratulated her appropriately. The workday was typical, and when it was time to leave, I got ready to go. I was always the last to leave, but this time a song sounded inside the kitchen. With curiosity, I approached to see.

I calmly opened the door, and a slow song played, Richard, sitting in a chair rocking on the two back legs of the chair as he hummed the tune. He had already done all the kitchen work, and everything was impeccable, but he was still there passing the time.

I approached slowly and calmly. I said, “Nice song!”

He looked at me, and with an agile movement, he dropped the chair and got up instantly to turn off the music and say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you!”

I answered, “Do not bother! It’s actually a nice song!” As he heard those words from me, he smiled and raised the tune again.

I looked at him curiously. There was really nothing