Normal POV

Len was lost in his thoughts. The only things audible were the faint sounds of the TV and the pan sizzling in the background. Today the only thing he could seem to concentrate on was measuring and pouring the ingredients for his (somewhat famous in his town) bananas foster. There was so much going on in his head that it seemed it was about to implode.

Today was the day that he had finally finished (after roughly 3 and ½ years) culinary school, at in institute in upper New York. Though his mother was helping with his bills on both his schooling and the rent for his smaller-than-average apartment about 40 minutes (on a good day) away from central park, he was having trouble with paying the bills. When Len was about 7 years old, he had learned to work the oven, much to his mother's dismay. It was that day that he took 3 dolls (his parents originally thought he was going to be a girl and stocked up), a mini conditioner, the ones you get at hotels, and a remote control and baked then to a nice crisp at 375 degrees.

This is when the worry showed up. Len had applied to 3 different restaurants within the week, and 2 of them had denied and one had yet to reply. The week earlier, he had applied to 4 high-class restaurants, and as expected, he was denied again. The reasons they gave him were inconclusive, something about lack of experience and age, but never real reasons. Len suspected that really, they just thought he couldn't handle the pressure, even though he took not only cooking classes since he was 14, but also leadership classes and the local collage and business school for 1 year.

The bananas foster started to smell delicious. He pulled up a chair, added his secret ingredients and started to eat. He once again wondered why he had such a strange banana fetish. Ever since he could remember, he always had to have bananas with every meal, and always incorporated then someway with his cooking. Whether it was as simple as adding bananas to his regular morning pancakes, or as complicated as incorporating them into a tropical side salad that you eat with steak. He also had a habit of eating his dessert before his actual meal, which his mother always scolded him for.

The phone started ringing. The ring-tone was a happy plum-fairy toon, which played whenever a number he didn't have saved called. He picked it up with new hope, thinking it might be good news after waiting for over month to finally get it.

"Hello?" his voice squeaked as he answered the phone.

"Is this Len?" a slightly annoyed female voice answered.

"Yes?" he answered with an uncertain tone. He wasn't used to answering to a voice with such hostility and profound dominance. His mother's voice was more of a soft purring and his grandmothers was cracked.

"Listen, this is your new boss. I expect you here at 7 am tomorrow so that we can go over the new menu. And don't be late. I don't want you to make a bad impression!" her voice had a slight mocking tone into it now.

Len nearly dropped the phone; he was filled with both excitement, and bone chilling fear. His new boss sounded like a basket case. He called his mother and father as soon as he got off the line with Ms. boss-scary. The first thing that his mother said was, "Does this mean I get to stop paying the bills?" his father was nearly silent, but then the conversation ended, he congratulated him and hung up.

He decided that he would make banana-nut muffins to bring to his boss, so that he could get on her good side, seeing that that would be necessary. By the time they were out of the oven, it was 10 at night. He went right to sleep.

Lens POV

I woke up at out 3 in the morning. I'm guessing it was because I was nervous, but it could have just been because I was hungry, and I smelt the muffins. I got up and took one, I mean, what's one little muffin when I had 12 ready to give to my boss? It tasted like fricken heaven, so I decided to have one more. My mind went completely blank as I chewed on my breakfast. I started to think about what should go onto the menu. Time was passing, but I didn't really notice it. God these muffins taste good. I don't know exactly what my best meal is. Maybe it's my chicken with banana sweet potatoes? It doesn't sound that good, so I normally just say sweet potatoes, but without the banana it just tastes empty. I grabbed another muffin. Man I'm hungry. What would I be if I didn't realize that I loved cooking? Maybe I would have tried to be a professional singer. I was in my talent show, but I stopped when the guys started making fun of me. Another muffin finds its way into my hand. I might have done something with computers. Well I don't know… I reached for another muffin. I can't find one.

I finally snap back into reality, only to find, I ATE ALL THE MUFFINS!

"GAK!" I let out a high pitched yelp and go to get the ingredients ready.

"Oh god oh god oh god…" I hear myself saying as I measure the flour.

I start rushing and bang the cabinets shut. I'm having troubles finding the cinnamon, and I groan. The neighbors bang on the walls and scream "you guys keep it down!" I think that they were thinking that I was going something a little bit different if you know what I mean… ummm... no.

I add the sugar, and mix like a mad man. I don't even bother to try to make them even, as long as they taste good. I look at the clock, its 5 am. I forgot to pre-heat the oven. Who forgets that! I quickly set it and finish the batter before the oven beeps. I sit down and wonder how I'm still hungry after eating 12 muffins in a row. I decide to even out the portions well waiting. After 10 minutes the oven beeps and its time to put the muffins in.

This is going to be a long day.

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