Robbie Oliver could call me Pooey-Poo-Poo Smelly Face if he wanted to.

“Not that it was a crazy complicated skill, but operating an espresso machine du…”

“You’ve gotten under my skin,” he said. I wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t think …”

“So, what would you like to drink?” “Aside from you?” I laughed anxiously. “You …”

“I was head over heels in love with her. No, that didn’t describe it. I was tear…”