Lily had a covert crush on the chef. Every Friday she would train into the city to visit a museum and have lunch at a French café. A view of the kitchen area was open to the clientele. Lily watched the chef as he slowly and methodically wiped the counter with a dish cloth, then twisted it to wring out the extra liquid. He had long sinewy arms and dark hair tied back in a ponytail. On the train ride home she fantasized about preparing a meal with him in her tiny apartment, sidestepping each other but ultimately making contact.
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