There was a small look of surprise followed by a chuckle at her last words, his hand squeezing hers back at he swung them through and fro. What made you think I needed protecting? I’m a capable young man, my dear.
Emilie laughed, rolling her eyes playfully at his question as she glanced back at him. I don't care, I'm still doing it. She told him, a shrug moving her shoulders. Who would protect you from those evil and amazing chefs you hate so deeply?












