Forgiveness » L.P AU

02

Felicity

The rest of the day flew by, mainly because I sat on my ass and began to rewatch LOST, one of my favorite shows. I first watched the show with Liam, and I can thank him for getting me into it.

I didn't get around to making myself dinner until about 6:50, but I didn't mind much. When I lived in Boston, I didn't get to eat until eight, anyways.

Boy, how I am not looking forward to going to the new office tomorrow. I don't mind my job, I love it actually. I get to work as the Head Chef in a casino-hotel chain called William's. It's an amazing job, there's just one problem, the reason I'm not looking forward to going in tomorrow.

The rest of the cooks.

I've never gotten along well with those who work under me. I think the main reason to that is I love things my way. I like the kitchen run how I run it, I like the things to be where I like them, and I like the way everything turns out perfect if things go my way.

I know, sounds bitchy. The only staff I've ever gotten along with is when I worked back in Atlanta. The reason to that being that the building was new, and so were the people. They learned how to work under my rules, and I learned how to work over theirs.

But now, I've got a job where they worked under the Head Chef for eight years. God, this is going to be difficult. I'll make it, though. I've never been one to give up or quit.

Anyways, I finished dinner about twenty minutes ago, and now I'm continuing my marathon. As I sat, my hurt ankle propped up on the coffee table, there was a knock at the door, causing Daisy to jump up and bark at the shadow shining in through the door.

"One second," I called as I stood up, making sure not to put any pressure on my foot as I wobbled to the door.

When I opened it, my heart almost stopped for a second.

"Hey," Liam said, standing in my doorway. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," I replied, moving out of the way so the man could come in. "This way," I alerted him after I shut the door, leading the way to my living room.

It was almost completely black in my house, the only light coming from the TV screen where LOST was still playing.

"LOST, eh?" Liam asked, taking a seat on the small couch.

Quickly, I flipped on the lights and grabbed my Wii remote, pausing the show. "I've been rewatching. Could I get you something to drink?"

"I'll take a glass of water, if that's OK," Liam smiled, his kind attitude sticking out. God, I don't know why I ever left him.

I nodded and returned the smile before heading into my kitchen and filling a glass cup with water. When I returned, Liam held the small picture frame that sat on the coffee table, his finger tracing the image.

"Here you go," I exclaimed, causing him to immediately put the photo of my mother and I down.

"Thanks," Liam mumbled, his cheeks reddening.

As he lifted the water to his mouth, I took a second to admire his now well-built arms and they way they moved. He has a couple tattoos, too, but his face still looks like the Liam I used to know.

"So, what brings you to Joliet out of all the places in the world?" Liam asked, setting the water back down onto the small table.

"You remember how I got accepted into that culinary school our senior year?" I asked, waiting for an answer. He replied with a nod, causing me to continue. "I ended up going, and once I graduated I was offered a spot as the Head Chef at the William's Casino in Atlanta. I get transferred a lot, but my boss promised me this would be the last move."