chick pea

All day long I was thinking about the chef undressing me even though he's probably thirty and has a kid or something. Eagerly waiting for the moment when I go ask him for his grocery list, hoping he might laugh at me condescendingly again for not knowing what heart of palm is. How old are you? But when I go to the kitchen he says he just needs chick peas, he already told the boss and I should have asked him first. He looks annoyed. I'm crushed. But I go buy his damn chick peas like I'm told.