Viva la revolucion

by Rose's Hoses

Though they aspire to become Chefs themselves, Dishies hate Chefs with a passion. In turn, Chefs disrespect Dishies until the day that they join the chef ranks. It's nothing personal. Or is it?

4. Chapter 4

-Scrubbie-

The next time he saw Swabbie, he had actually managed to make it all the way out of work and was walking a few blocks to get home. He saw Swabbie's broad shoulders and ignored the spark of excitement at the sight. A moment later, Swabbie spotted him and jogged towards him with a cheerful wave.

Scrubbie's automatic response to the Chef jogging towards him should be fear, not… whatever this was. Scrubbie yelled internally to himself to make an excuse and leave.

"Are you stalking me?" He said instead, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth reluctantly.

"Maybe I am," Swabbie said mischievously. "Nah, just thought you'd like someone to walk with. Is it far to your place?"

I should be suspicious, Scrubbie thought. I shouldn't let him know where I live. I should –

"Yeah, would be good to have company."

Fucking goddamn it.