You were running down the street, still ecstatic about the email you got this morning. You were hired to work at the Pasta Primavera, as a dishwasher! This might have not been a big deal to most, but it was a fairly nice restaurant, so the pay was good. You planned to work as hard as you could between all the homework your freshman year of college dumped on you. You walked inside the grand double doors of the Italian restaurant, and was greeted by an Italian girl.

"You're our new worker (y/n) right?"

You nod "Y-yes!"

"It's about time you got here!" She said with a scowl on her face, "This place is fucking packed! And my sister, Feliciana, who usually cooks is on a date with her German bastard of a boyfriend! Now get into the kitchen and start cooking!"

Your eyes widened "W-wait a second! I-" You had no time to finish, as you were pushed into the kitchen by the bossy Italian. You sighed, in the kitchen alone with orders piling up fast. You decided, even though you sucked at cooking, to give it a shot. It looked easy enough, right? WRONG. In the midst of chopping up some vegetables with a butter knife, the chicken you were pan frying in oil caught fire. You quickly grabbed a bowl and filled with water, and dumped it on the fire, thinking it would quickly go out. WRONG AGAIN. The flames shot up five feet, effectively singeing your hand. You jerked your hand away and cried out in pain.

"THE FUCK?!"

You looked to the kitchen doorway to find your boss in equal parts anger and shock, along with a girl who looked very similar to her, who was currently freaking out and hanging off the arm of a well-built man with slicked-back blonde hair.

Your boss was screaming at both you and the fire, the other girl was just hysterical, and you were biting your bottom lip to prevent from screaming in pain. In the midst of this all, the blonde peeled the hysterical girl off his arm and left the room. He returned a few seconds later with a fire extinguisher and quickly put out the fire. Once the flames were put out, you looked at your boss. You were pretty sure the fire didn't get extinguished, but instead went to your boss's eyes. You looked at her sheepishly, holding your throbbing hand to your chest.

~Timeskip~

You yawned as you flipped through a magazine your friend brought you at the hospital. The doctor said you had to stay overnight, in case of infection. Sighing, you examined your bandaged hand. Turns out it was a second degree burn, not extremely bad, but still painful. There was a knock at your room's door and a nurse came in.

"There are totally some people that want to see you. Do you, like, want them to come in?" The nurse said, examining his nails.

I nodded, thinking it was one of my friends. The nurse left to bring in the guests. A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door, and surprise, there was my three friends from the restaurant.

"You should have told me you couldn't cook you moron!" My boss sighed.

"Veeee~ Lovina! Be nice to her! She's hurt~" The clone of your boss defended you.

You looked at her in question "Who...?"

"Oh! I'm sorry for not introducing myself! My name is Feliciana, but you can call me Feli~ I'm your boss's sister~ and this," She went on, grabbing the hand of the blonde man, earning an annoyed look from Lovina, "Is my boyfriend Ludwig~"

Ludwig nodded a silent hello.

Lovina cleared her throat "Anyway, I came to talk with you about the damages you caused. It was quite an extensive amount. We have top quality stoves and utensils and both were damaged in the fire. You will have to work it all off. You will be our new chef's assistant, working minimum wage."

You sighed "How much do I owe you?"

"20,000 dollars."

...Fuck.