“This seat is for VIPs only," he said, removing the placard and lifting the pillow. "That would be you." Isabella felt like a piece of mozzarella cheese that'd been stretched and dunked and stretched again as it arrived at its final destination. A night that was supposed to be celebratory had become royally embarrassing, and now it was taking a turn toward the romantic? "This is so nice," she said, finally looking at Gabe as he escorted her to her stool. His face was open and eager and focused entirely on Isabella. Was it because of her hair? Her dress? Her makeup? Well, no: when he'd first met her, she was wearing overalls and a tie-dyed Ben & Jerry's T-shirt and hadn't showered in two days and was about to get fired, and he'd still seemed smitten. "Will you let me cook for you? Put yourself into my hands?" If Isabella had a kink, this would be it. "Ummm... a hundred percent yes?" she answered.” RomanticChefFlirtingMeet Cute Book:Food Person Source: Food Person
“As she processed all of these sensations, she saw Gabe watching her from the kitchen, an eager puppy-dog look on his face. She couldn't help but beam her enjoyment back at him. For the first time in a very long time, she felt completely happy. It was as if this night, which had seemed so awful at first, was designed in such a way that the lowest lows could build to the highest highs.” RomanticAdorkableGood From Bad Book:Food Person Source: Food Person