"And even then you've got me to help. I know you think my spaghetti and meat balls are orgasmic. Don't even try to hide it." Alex's specialty in the kitchen, however, was breakfast. Having at least four little siblings meant that you sort of had to fend for yourself at the Bailey house. His mother was super mom of course, but he had taken to making breakfast for himself and sometimes for everyone else in the mornings from a very young age. He'd gotten so good at it that he considered working for the cafe himself. That had never been his true calling though.
He thought about that job, sixth grade teacher. It didn't have a bad ring to it, though the only thing keeping him from fully liking the idea was that Olivia worked there too. They would likely never see each other during the day, but just the fact that he could walk into her classroom and steal her away for a few moments of "private lessons" was enough to distract him thoroughly. "I think I like teaching math. Besides, I wouldn't give up my gig as swim coach, and the commute every day from Plantation to MP would annoy the shit out of me." He shrugged and took a sip of his water. "Are you kidding? I'd be the one missing her. That coffee she makes can wake the dead!"