Absinthe

I couldn't do anything that day except to watch Jiwoo's back as he, Jeremy, and Mowcah headed towards the opposite side of the police station. I tried calling out but Jiwoo ignored me. I also tried going after them, but Faye stopped me from doing that.

And I'm so annoyed that I didn't try harder.

Now, I'm stuck with this heavy mixed feeling of guilt and regret.

Ding!

I unlocked my phone to see a message from Mowcah.

Don't worry, BJ. He's just not in a good mood. I'm sure things will be okay tomorrow.

God, please let Mowcah be correct. Even if she's just 50% correct, I'll be totally fine with that!

And just in case, I need a little something to soften Jiwoo's heart, I'm going to make the perfect set of Paris Brest – the very one that Jiwoo mentioned in his Ka-vogue interview.

It took me three hours to make several batches until I was satisfied with the perfect set to give Jiwoo tomorrow. I plated it and stared at it for a few seconds, admiring my own work. This would surely ensure my apology gets accepted tomorrow.

***

"What's with the chilling atmosphere?" I heard Vivi whispering over to Nico.

I looked sideways just in time to see Nico giving her a shrug.

"He's mad at me for what happened yesterday." I told the two of them so they would stop whispering around. "Now let's focus before Maxwell grills us for not listening."

"This basically concludes your training with me," Maxwell announced. "What's left is for you to hone the techniques you've learned and make it really your very own."

Nico and Vivi started clapping and I followed suit. I noticed that Jiwoo was just quietly staring at Maxwell, doing nothing else.

"But you still have until December to come and complete your stagiaire and complete the new menu we will use to win our third Michelin star! And of course..."

All four of us stared at Maxwell expectantly.

"All four of you will be joining this year's Chef of the Year Selections!"

I had no idea what that was but both Nico and Vivi exchanged overly excited looks. It must be something big.

"On top of the usual prizes, the winner of this year's selection also gets a full three years' worth of scholarship with the best and the most exclusive school of haute cuisine, L'Atalier!"

That was the first time this morning that I saw some hint of emotion in Jiwoo's face.

"And I'm not giving you tips on how to win that," Maxwell continued. "So off you go, make me that 3 Michelin star menu that you promised to make!"

about us chefs. It seems that we still can't let go of the old-style pen and paper method

went to the pantry. I also stood up and followed him despite having written nothing on my paper about

the pantry, Jiwoo was choosing between different species of potatoes, kneeling in front of

"Hey," I called out.

there was

up with a

response

brought you some crème puffs. You know, the ones you

a look, but his face remained focused on the different potatoes at the bottom shelf of the

"Jiwoo, I'm sorry."

"What for?"

Finally, a response!

"For calling Rob."

basket filled with Russel potatoes, his back still turned

how you call Attorney Anderson

friend from high school," I

the guy in plain white shirt and jeans that gets

face me and there was nothing but indifference in his eyes. He wasn't angry.

Just plain indifferent.

And it scared me.

I managed

never fair," Jiwoo answered back. "I've accepted that at a young age. I don't know what's gotten to me these past few months. I actually thought I started winning and life was finally dealing me better cards to

the opposite side

made the

in different kinds of tomatoes, this time. "And it's

said. "It seems like you're right. I never intended on choosing someone with no balls. From the look of things,

over to the corner where the trash bin was and threw my

Where are you headed? Let's go

I was already halfway through the door and there was no turning back. I don't think I can work with Jiwoo being the asshole that he

metro without really knowing where I was

exactly what Jiwoo said

analyst all my career, I had to make critical choices for the owners of Samsong

my decisions were

for my stupid decision to work for Samsong Group in

were not always the best option, I did everything I could to make sure that I don't

wrong to choose him over

Rob wants me because who else is there to date? When you're a top lawyer specializing in corporate law, who else is there

that asshole