“You just made the face again.”

“What face?”

“The food face.”

I frowned.

“I don’t have a food face.”

Chef Matteo looked over.

“She does.”

I gasped.

“Whose side are you on?”

“The food’s,” he said.

Caleb laughed.

I shook my head.

“Traitor.”

A few minutes later, the second course arrived. I looked down at the plate and smiled.

“Okay. This one is dangerous.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow.

“Dangerous?”

I nodded.

“I could eat this ...