“Our knees brush underneath the bar. Mine, bare past the hem of my skirt, and his, clad in the ugly-hot pants all chefs seem to wear when they work. He runs his finger over the rim of my glass, smudging… — Grace Reilly Copy Share Image
“Our knees brush underneath the bar. Mine, bare past the hem of my skirt, and his, clad in the ugly-hot pants all chefs seem… — Grace Reilly Copy Share Image
