Hey everbody, I'm starting out with a new story to get my creative juices flowing. I usually write little things here and their but never write full blown stories, so I'm taking this chance to actually do that. Please tell me what you think as we go along!
This is just the intro, its not much and I apologize for that, but the first chapter will be up faster than you think. Thank you!
Another night dedicated to the fiery pits of hell and despair.
My job.
I mean it's not that bad when you get down to it… Well let's just put it like this, if the place caught on fire and I had the burnt matchstick in my hand, I would be doing this place a favor.
I work at A la Frenchies. If you haven't deciphered it yet, it's a little French restaurant that I dedicate about 65 hours a week to.
When people give you those shitty ass excuses that they can't hang out because their "busy" or "something came up," that's just the same thing as saying "yeah I don't feel like hanging out with you." But when I say it, I honestly mean I can't hang out because my life consists of running a twelve top burner, one deep frialator, no room to even whisper sweet nothings to yourself without anyone overhearing it kitchen.
Alright, so maybe I'm slightly over exaggerating.
The truth is minus not being able to properly breathe; I actually enjoy what I do.
I'm the sous chef here at A la Frenchies.
I'm second in charge after the executive chef Anna, who may I mention, is on maternity leave, so that leaves me running the kitchen practically by myself.
I work with some pretty amazing people and what I mean by people is my only true friend in this entire place, Rosalie Hale.
She works as the assistant sous chef right next to me. So im kind of going to make her my assistant executive chef while im in charge for the time being.
Sure she doesnt know it yet and yeah shes going to be pissed, but knowing her she'll accept after she puts up the famous " Rosalie Hale fight that she knows shes not going to win but still puts up a front so she doesnt look as bad when she caves in."
But honestly without her here by my side, i dont know how id ever leave this place sane everyday, well when i get to leave that is.
I guess it's not that bad being left in charge, I mean I have to do it for a couple of months before she comes back, meaning keeping order, and staying sane, focused and in the zone.
Which sounded pretty manageable until that important buisness meeting that brought Edward Cullen sitting at table twenty two.