“You barely ate at noon and are probably hungry now, so I brought you some freshly baked treats. It was made by the chef who applied for the job today. We’ve all tried it and think he isn’t bad.”

Isabella turned around and walked back to her desk.

Tati followed suit.

“I’m sick of eating the same thing and didn’t have much of an appetite at noon, so I wasn’t full. I do feel hungry now.” Isabella leaned against her desk and reached for the bag Tati brought to retrieve a box. The treats were meticulously shaped into flowers, fruits, and animals.

“These are quite delicate. Were they good? You said the chef who applied today made these, right?”

Tati replied, “Yeah. He’s from out of state. He does look very young—not even in his thirties. Isa, I’m telling you, if you don’t hire him, I will. He’s as handsome as a celebrity.

“But he’s much manlier than them. Oh, he hasn’t yet let us try his specialties though. He only made these treats for us. He said he would prepare his best for you on