The Chef (7)

But before Ronda could answer, I got up, pretending a giant yawn, and said, “Sorry Richard, I didn’t mean to.”

He saw me smiling and giving his seat to Ronda, and he said, “It was actually fun! Take it, Ronda, we’ll switch back when the plane arrives!”

And with those words he left, Ronda looked at me with eyes full of malice and said, “So now we pretend to be asleep to be near him?”

I widened my eyes and acted offended, but there was no way I was fooling Ronda. Sometimes I feel like she knows me much better than I know myself. The plane arrived without problems, and the official vehicles took us to the temple.

We had to spend two nights in the temple organizing the event, but upon arrival, the guide of the place received us with terrible news.

“Good afternoon, dear guests!” The temple representative was an older man, but his physical condition was desirable, he seemed to be full of muscles