As soon as the joint class dissolved into chaos and friendly taunting, everyone drifted back into their departmental schedules Culinary one way, Magic the other, with Rowena blowing me a kiss and miming "Don't poison anyone!"
I was left with my nerves fizzing like soda in my stomach.
Advanced Culinary Practicum with Maeve. My hands felt sweaty inside my sleeves. I was excited. I was terrified.
I was mostly…unsure. How do you act around your maybe-still-secret girlfriend, who also happens to be your terrifyingly brilliant, sometimes sadistic culinary instructor?
Do you nod respectfully? Make accidental eye contact and then die on the spot? Do you crack a joke and hope she doesn't grade your soul instead of your cooking?
If there was a guidebook for "Surviving Your First Day of School When You're Secretly Dating Your Hot Instructor," I'd pay actual money for it. Hell, I'd pay in firstborns. Plural.
