Oh, my God, this is not happening. They’re not discussing my cuteness in front of me, right in the middle of the store. Shit.
“Where do you work?” Karlee inquired.
“Actually, I started a catering company about ten months ago. Blue Berger Catering. I used to work up the road at Bellflower Bistro for about a year.”
“Are you self-taught? Or did you attend culinary school?” Karlee asked, cocking her head to the side.
Chris smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. “A little of both, to be honest. I taught myself as a teenager and found my passion in creating new recipes, or adapting old ones. I attended culinary school, but didn’t graduate. I dropped out when my grandfather became ill.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Karlee told him, her voice sympathetic.
Seth wanted to say something, but from his peripheral vision, he noticed a woman standing impatiently at the counter, ready to check out. “Excuse me. I need to help a customer.”