No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 81

I hadn't washed my hands, and neither had Dustin.

I was okay with it, but Dustin clearly felt a bit awkward.

"A little dirt never hurt anyone," I said, trying to break the tension.

Ernest came over, holding a pack of wet wipes.

Dustin reached for them, but Ernest didn't let go. Finally, I took them from Ernest, pulling out a wipe for Dustin and then one for myself.

"Felicia, who's this?" Dustin asked, curious about Ernest, who had a strong presence and was clearly not in the best of moods.

"Mr. Collins, our lighting technician," I introduced.

Ernest gave me a look that felt like a ton of bricks, pressuring me to introduce Dustin as well, "This is... my brother, Dustin."

"Nice to meet you," Dustin said, reaching out for a hug.

Ernest, however, just nodded his head, and Deborah quickly said, "Mr. Collins is a bit of a germ freak."

Dustin simply smiled, withdrawing his hand and turning to me, "Let's sit and eat before it gets cold."

Deborah licked her lips. "Can I have one?"

"Of course," Dustin replied, and even invited Ernest. "Mr. Collins, you should try one."

"I'll stick to my soup," Ernest declined, then walked away.

Deborah paused mid-bite, then turned to me, "Felicia, is it just me, or does Mr. Collins seem like he's in a really bad mood?"

I gave her a thumbs up, "You're spot on."

Dustin chuckled at our conversation, then commented, "Mr. Collins does seem a bit touchy."

"No, he's usually alright, a bit aloof but not hostile. Today, though, he seems like he's had a bowl of chili peppers," Deborah said, her mouth not stopping even with food in it.