The Narcissistic Boss

Saltimbucca Alla Romana...

It smells delicious, I perceive the mixture of smells, my sense falls to its knees before the dish he makes. I advance to the kitchen, still without letting myself be seen, I see my boss... cooking? It is a scene that I did not expect to see today, or ever. I still can't get my foot firmly planted, so I walk with a limp, I take a seat on one of the stools, he turns around and I don't know how to look at him.

“You're done?”

“Yes, it wasn't much.I didn't... know... what you cook..." I make the comment doubtfully, he doesn't give a turn to his expression, he still doesn't even draw a grimace.

“Well, you already know. I guess, you know what I'm doing”

“You guess right, in fact it is one of my favorite dishes in Italy, Saltimbucca Alla Romana” I confess, it is strange that a more relaxed conversation flows between the two, although he has no intention of following it.

He has already turned around, continuing what he did, and leaving me behin