A/N: Let me know if you think this should be rated M. I just want to know what you think. There will be one or two more chapters. after this.
Six Years Later
Another Valentines Day had come around. She was at twenty-six, the youngest member of the kitchen at Gusteau's. She had been working at Gusteau's for almost a full year. Gusteau had passed away just a year ago. Right before she joined the kitchen. She had gotten the chance to meet him, but she still wish she could've gotten the chance to work under him and not Gusteau's snooty sous chef. Valentines Day was still something that truly bothered her. Tons of couples were coming to Gusteau's today. Horst, the present sous chef, told her that it was like this every year. A lot of the staff was leaving early today for they had their own things to do on this horrid holiday.
"They can only have one thing planed tonight." Colette thought to herself. She was a loner in the kitchen. She was the least experienced of all the chefs and she was the only female. She knew they were all laughing at her behind her back. "None of these obnoxious men appreciate my contributions to the kitchen." She often thought to herself. During her time her she had felt truly degraded. Some of her fellow chefs had even made a few passes at her. She hated it when she was attending the university and she hated it even more now. It seemed like all of the other chefs weren't interested in her today. "They must all of dates." She thought. She wondered what women in her right mind would even want to date any of these men. Colette was sickened by the thought. Colette had experienced a few sex adventures (which she still couldn't believe). All of these relationships had failed miserably after the first month. No man could even stand her. Colette was no longer a proud virgin. She was a shamed ex-lover. Her attempts to stay clear of relationships had failed. Colette started to feel love starved and desperate. It wasn't hard for men to try and take control over her which is exactly what they did. It may have been sex, but it wasn't love. As she watched all of the couples walking in and out of Gusteau's she started to feel love starved again. She would occasionally look out the doors of the kitchen and watch the lovers.
"We have an excellent foie gras." said Mustafa. As the couple ordered and Mustafa left Colette noticed the couple embracing. She looked away. She got that feeling again. She was starving in a gourmet kitchen full of food. As the day went on she kept getting that feeling. Colette wanted it to go away. The day went on and on and on.
"Do you have anything planed today?" Horst asked her.
"No." Colette said quietly. "Why?"
"It just seems like you want to this day to be over. You'd think a girl with your looks could get a date in thirty seconds."
"Excuse me?" Colette said a bit insulted.
"Never mind, just have a good night." Horst said guiltily. Horst wondered why Colette would be insulted. He just gave her a complement.
The clock in the kitchen read nine thirty. It was about time to leave. Colette changed into her casual clothing and left. She got on her Vespa and took off in a flash. As soon as she got into her flat she fell on the couch. She was sore all over. It was a long day. She went into her bathroom to take a nice, long, hot bath. As she sat her tub she thought about the events that took place today. Colette slowly took her hand and placed it in the water. She felt some what guilty, but she couldn't take it any more.