We'll Always Have Paris

by 875265

What happens when fun and fast-paced nights in the kitchen of the most famous and acclaimed restaurant in France go awry? When the lights go out and love turns into a recurring nightmare? Brief yet rich vignettes detail the ups and downs of a tempestuous relationship against the backdrop of Goodness me, regardez à Paris.

4. Chapter 4

In the sweet, sweet solitude of the pantry, there was nowhere to go and nobody around to hear anything. The critic had come and gone and had given us two stars. After screaming for nearly half an hour about my tendency to misplace things and how that might have contributed to this disaster, she started to hammer in (not literally-thank goodness for that). No but pots, pans, the wooden spoon, ladles, anything you could think of and more would have to do.

When we stepped outside, Skinner reamed us both out, demanded to know who was responsible for knocking what over. Her eyes slid over to me, and my hand instinctively shot in the air.

"We were messing around. I toppled things over. I… it was an accident." Of course I was incapable of looking anyone in the eye.

That seemed to satisfy Skinner as he stalked off, muttering curses under his breath about the staff and his lack of luck.

You and me both, boss.