The Neighbor Is Cooking Up My Second Chance

My new neighbor is a mysterious chef. Every night, the aromas drifting over leave me starving.

Then someone in the residents’ group chat complained about the cooking fumes, and he coldly replied, “Sorry. My ex-girlfriend loves strong flavors.”

That familiar way of speaking jolted me awake:

When we broke up, he had said with red-rimmed eyes, “Don’t let me see you again.”