AN: Characters are property of Ryan Murphy, Songs are property of respective owners. Storyline is loosely based on the movie Simply Irresistible.
Taste Of Heaven
It's a fine day under his reign
He's my queen and I'm his little king
He put me up in a whirl
And I feel just like a schoolgirl
"David!" a feminine voice called out. David looked toward the voice and caught the apple thrown at him. "Thanks, Cedes!"
He continued to walk along the farmer's market, stopping at a fruit stand. "Hey Shelby, hi Beth."
Both greeted him with smiles. He looked at the fruits they had for sale. He looked at them, "whats good today, ladies?"
"The plums are nice today, David." Shelby said, her eyes busy bagging fruit for another customer. David looked at Beth who sneakily moved behind her mother and mouthed Strawberries. David smiled at Beth and said, " I could use a pound of the strawberries, please."
He mouthed a thank you to Beth. He looked to see if they had citrus. Not finding any, he paid for the strawberries and moved to the next stall. "Hey, Rachel, hey Finn."
"Dude! It's been a while!" Finn yelled. Rachel slapped his arm. Finn looked at her in confusion. She rolled her eyes. David smiled at them. Finn looked at David, "Hey man, sorry to hear about the Dalton Cross closing."
Rachel slapped him upside the head as David looked at him in confusion. Finn didn't get Rachel's hint and spoke again "Any idea what you're going to do now, man?"
David looked at him like he had three heads, "I don't know what you've heard, Business has been slow but we're not closing."
"Ignore him, he's just confused." Rachel smiled at David, who nodded. Finn looked at Rachel and pouted. David laughed, bought lemons and bid them good-bye.
David moved on to a stall full of mushrooms and spotted Artie off to the side, keeping an eye on his precious mushrooms. David looked around the stall and noticed all the portobellos were gone. He looked at Artie who had spotted him and broke out in a wide grin. "Hey David. We have some good shiitakes if you're interested."
"No Portobello? Aw I had a recipe I wanted to try with those." David's face fell. Artie apologized, "So sorry David, but Smythe wanted them."
David looked at Artie in confusion, Artie pointed to a thin man in a chef's outfit yelling at an Asian man nearby. David looked and shook his head."Oh well, maybe next time."
"I see you've seen him." A voice behind David spoke up. David turned to look at the voice and saw a woman he didn't know. David shrugged, "Never heard of him."
"Not Smythe, the Asian." The voice told him. David looked back to where Smythe was telling the Asian, "Open your nose, smell the true essence."
David turned to look at the woman behind the voice, "And who are you?"
"Lizzie. Nice to meet you." The Lady smiled at David. " I have some nice crabs."
David looked at her bucket, and shook his head. "I wouldn't know what to do with a crab, thanks anyway."
As David turned to continue his exploration of the farmers market, Lizzie looked into the bucket and sighed. When David was passing by Rachel's stall, he saw Lizzie again. "Wait, weren't you just over there?"
"Take my crabs, David. Your father wants you to start living up to your potential." Lizzie glared at him.
"My father's dead." David peered at her.
"That's no reason to ignore his advice. As they say, the winds of one door closing opens another." Lizzie spoke mysteriously. "Oh, Well. 29 dollars for the crabs."
David sighed and gave her the money. Lizzie smiled at him, "Oh by the way, don't let that one get away."
She pointed to a crab running from the bucket. David groaned but dutifully moved to catch the crab. It led him under a table, and David saw the crab running under a table. David followed the crab to the other side. He thought he saw the crab and grabbed for it. The tablecloth was lifted and David saw a pair of copper eyes looking at him. "Well, I never claimed I had someone try to grope me from under a table. I'm Wes."
David's face burned as Wes held out a hand and helped David up from the ground. David smiled at Wes, "Well, I'm trying to prevent a crab from biting your leg."
With that spoken, Wes felt a pair of pincers on his leg and yelped. David couldn't help but give off a smile that clearly said David was right. "Frisky little guy, isn't he? He's about to be lunch at my restaurant."
"Really?" Wes asked, looking contemplative. David nodded. "I'm making something... Crab Napoleon. It should be incandescent."
"I'm sure it will be." Wes smiled at him.
"You don't look like you belong in the restaurant business. Are you?" David said softly, looking over the suit.
"The suit? Yeah. It does give off that aura. I'm opening one soon. As a matter of fact, I just lost my chef and it looks like you misplaced your crustacean." Wes smiled at David. "Well, good luck with your crab. Hope to see you again."
"You too. Good luck with the opening." David smiled back.