𝐅𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓; G. Ramsay

Chapter Ten

"Tony isn't coming back tonight."

"What do you mean?" I ask Gordon, brows furrowed.

Gordon sighs heavily, leaning a hand on the line. There's some tension in his face.
"He's too pissed off, and needs to cool down." He says, walking past me to get behind the line. "That fucking man needs some anger management."

I nod, pursing my lips.

"Next ticket, love. Come on," Gordon says across the line from me.
"Uh, O-Okay— I have an order for an Angel with five cheese, and two orders of the Premium meatballs."

He listens to me as he takes down all the old tickets from the line. "Fucking useless," he mumbles to himself.
"Heard that," Gordon says, taking a glance down at the food in front of him, then turning around to the grill.

"Charlotte!"

I look over my shoulder behind me, and see Justina come running in. I bite back the irritation of her voice.

"These are wrong." She says, holding the plate of meatballs in hand.

I snap my head to her, looking to the next person who just walked into the kitchen.

"What? No they're not. Who took them out there?" I narrow my eyes.

"I did. They were sitting up there for a few minutes, so I took them before you left them there." She shrugged.

I can't stand her.

Her and Katrina are always up my ass and touching things that don't need to be handled.

"They're wrong because they weren't for your table!" I snap.

Maybe it's the heat, or maybe it's her face, but I'm getting irritable.

I snatch the plate from her, and look to the line. Her plate of food comes up, and I groan.

"I don't need the attitude from you, miss 'line worker'." She furrows a brow, and purses her lips.

I glare over my shoulder at her. "Yeah? And I don't need you to be touching things!" I snap back.
"You'll get your food when it's ready to be brought out! Now you're messing up my ticket times." I turn back to the line and look at Gordon.

"What's going on up there, love?" Gordon peeks up curiously.

I press my hands to the line and get their attentions.
"I'm going to need a remake on that special order of meat. A server took the wrong plate without asking first." I call to the cooks.

I feel Justina's glare burning into my skull.

I'm not in the mood for the bullshit tonight.

"Well now they're pissed." The woman throws her hands up with annoyance.

I bite down on my tongue.

With a deep breath in, I look to her.
"If it was your table, and you took their order, then you would have known before bringing it out that it was the wrong order of meat." I exhale, turning back to the line.

I'm proud of myself for giving a calm response.

She always does little things to tick me off. It's like she does it on purpose to get a rise out of me.

"Do your job and it wouldn't be happening." She crosses her arms over her chest.

Gordon looks up, eyes wide.
"Ladies?"

"Can you just go? Go bring this plate out, it's yours anyways." I say, grabbing the plate from the line, and shoving it into Justina's hands.

"Stop being mad because you're fucking wrong." And there's the Jersey coming out.

She flips me off before leaving the kitchen doors.

My blood is boiling. I need to be the bigger person though, and not let the childish games keep me distracted.

"Fucking bitch." I mumble to myself as I prep the next tray for a table.

Four plates, and the apps are now running behind. Terrific.

"Can I get a time on that special meats?" I call.

"Right now," Rick says, throwing the hot plate up in the window.

I nod at him, and I notice Gordon giving him a side glance.

I take the plate and grab the next coming server.

"Ashley! Take these to your table please, tell them food is coming right behind." I push them into her hands, and she nods.

"Thanks babe." She hurries out of the kitchen.

"Okay, next ticket, order thirteen!" Gordon tells me. I grab the plate, and tray it up.

"Runners!" I call.

The line is starting to fill up quick. I need to make more space.

"You're doing great my darling, but we need line space." Gordon looks up from the stove top, and wipes his forehead with his sleeve.

"I'm trying," I exhale, pushing the stray hairs from my tacky skin. It's getting really hot in here.

"Hey! I need runners!" I call to the other servers that walk in.

"I got them." Mere walks up to me, grabbing the tray, and leaving the kitchen.

More room for more food. It's getting quicker paced now, as more and more tickets pop up to the line.

"Move." Katrina makes her way up to the line beside me, and grabs the tray. I glare her down before going back to my work.

As the hours tick by, it finally slows down.

We can all catch a breath, and stop to drink some water.

"Good job tonight everyone! Tomorrow I'll have to check in with your boss, if that's what you want to call him," Gordon calls to the kitchen. I smile lightly at his joke.

"Keep up that work." He tells the cooks. They all nod their heads and get back to doing their jobs.

"And you," Gordon walks up to me.

I shrink.

"You did absolutely amazing, my dear. Well done." The man smiles, nudging me.

My face burns up, and I rock on my feet. "Thank you, I appreciate it." My hands stay in front of me, and I intertwine my fingers together.

"You know, I wonder, are you interested in cooking?" He asks.

My heart practically drops into my stomach.

Don't tell me he's offering me to cook with him?

"I mean, maybe a bit, yeah." An awkward chortle leaves my lips.

"How'd you like me to teach you?"

All time stops. The sounds in the kitchen seem like they go quiet.

My heart is fluttering.

"Wh— what?" I ask, confused. "You want me to cook with you?"