“Suck-up,” she said, gesturing to his suit and tie. “I just know where my bread’s buttered, that’s all.” He worked for her father’s finance company and no one could deny that Brock knew how to work a room. Both hers and Brock’s parents stood in the doorway, the four of them smiling a greeting at their chickens coming home to the roost, where they’d be pecked at for every little detail of their lives. It had been two years since they’d slept together, two years since she’d felt the zing of sexual awareness or desire, and she didn’t feel it now either. His parents must be on him again about giving them grandbabies. During their freshman year, they’d had a wildly dramatic and traumatic breakup involving his inability to be monogamous. But he’d also loved anyone who batted their eyes and smiled at him.
He was good looking, charismatic, and when he looked at her appreciatively, her entire body hummed with anticipation. But these days she didn’t feel anticipation for anything. The thrum of blood pounding through her veins in excitement. Quinn loved her parents and they loved her, but brunch promised to be more invasive than a gyno exam on the 405 South at peak traffic hours. Still, the kiss was nice, and normally she’d try to enjoy it — except he was only doing it for show. It had taken a few years, but eventually they’d found their way back to each other. They were best friends—at times friends with benefits and at others mortal enemies.
So why does she feel so empty, like she’s looking for a missing piece she can’t find? But she’d worked her ass off to get here, going to a top-notch culinary school in San Francisco, spending several years burning and cutting her fingers to the bone. Find another.” Quinn bit her tongue as Marcel turned away to browbeat a different kitchen aide who was dicing red peppers, swearing at the guy in German as if that made him more intimidating. He jerked the bowl away to prove his point and ended up with red pepper all over the front of his carefully starched white uniform shirt.
The answer comes when a lawyer tracks down Quinn and reveals a bombshell secret and a mysterious inheritance that only she can claim. When Quinn finally got to Amuse-Bouche, the trendy, upscale restaurant where she worked, it was to find her fellow sous-chef Marcel already in the kitchen. Then he went back to yelling at Skye, a good friend of Quinn’s she’d brought on board a few months back. She knew what she was doing—and had the tuition debt to prove it. Ah, karma at last — fashionably late, but better than never. On Sunday, Quinn drove to her parents’ place for brunch.
She sighed and Brock tilted his head at her, eyes softer now, understanding. He’d been there when she’d found out about Beth’s accident. Brock took Quinn’s hand and reeled her in, smiling as he planted a kiss on her lips. But after Beth’s death, their physical connection had fallen by the wayside … They’d eventually had the hard discussion about their different needs, and as a result, they’d gone from lovers to friends.
아래처럼 불러오면 등의 파이프라인이 받는 재료는 함수이기 때문에 아무 함수나 조합할 수 있습니다.
“It never feels right, you here without her…” She didn’t mean it hurtfully, Quinn knew that.
Her mom wouldn’t hurt a fly, but as always, a lump the size of Texas stuck in her throat. You’re so strong, Quinn, the way you’ve moved on.” Had she? Or was she just treading water, staying in place, managing to keep her head above the surface?
위와 같이 코딩하면 두 줄 이상의 코드도 실행이 가능하고 중첩 따옴표 등의 문제로부터 자유로워집니다. 전역에 선언된 함수나, 인자로 넘긴 함수나, 미리 익명 함수 등으로 선언한 함수도 사용이 가능하며, 클로저, 스코프 등의 특성도 모두 이용이 가능합니다. Helper 들의 중첩 활용도 지원하지 않고 그것을 해결하고자 한 오픈소스들도 잘 동작하지 않아 사용이 어렵습니다.
After losing her sister in a devastating car accident, chef Quinn Weller is finally getting her life back on track.