(Lee Pace x Reader) Made With Love

Made With Love (oneshot)

You have the best taste buds; good enough it made you to be a food critique. You've tried numerous kinds of food ranging from French meals and even delicacies such as cakes and even pies. It's hard to become a food critique; it wasn't at your best interests to comment on people's food but your ability was needed by the company you worked for. A few restaurants tried to sue you because of your comments but you were just being honest. Some food critiques could've been meaner and what you said is a building comment than a criticizing one.

Your boss called you up to his office one day.

"Yes, boss?" you asked.

"Ah, (y/n). I want you to critique the food at this place" your boss handed you a file. You looked through it and saw the name of the place. The Piehole. You looked at your boss with a strange smile. The name of the place struck you as weird with a decent amount of simplicity.

"I'll give you two months to complete the work. You take your time tasting the food. Don't spoil your taste buds" he said.

"Why this place?" you suddenly asked. "Why? I wonder. The people like it there. I want you to confirm if the people's taste buds are as good as yours" your boss replied and you left.

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You went to The Piehole in your casual clothes the following day. You tried to not look so formal and not too shabby as a professional food critique.

A tall handsome man greeted you as you walked in. You put your steps to a halt and looked up at him.

"Where's the owner of The Piehole?" you asked, looking around. Neat and the place were painted with suitable colours. Most food places are painted with red or shades of red simply to stimulate people's appetite. The place had stripes of red and white and it has a feel of vintage to it.

"I am the owner. I'm Lee Pace. Is there any matters of your concern?" he asked, worried about his beloved place.

"Nothing, really. I'm here to taste pies" you suddenly said, as if you were proposing to a marriage. It was so straightforward that the man had to take a while to register what you had just said to him.

He blinked his eyes in confusion for and chuckled when he finally understood what you meant. "Oh, you taste food" he said. He refer 'food critiques' as 'food taster' instead and it made you snicker.

"Why did you laugh?" he asked with his innocent face and tilted his head to the side.

"Food taster. Now that's funny" you smiled at him and walked towards the counter to take your seat.

"I am given a generous amount of time to do my work and you will give me your best" you said to him. The workers looked at you, still uncertain of whom you were. Only the owner; Lee knew you were a food critique.

"Lee, who is she?" one of the workers asked.

"Food taster" and again you supressed a laugh and covered your pink face. It was pretty funny how he said it.

"You meant food critique?" another said and you nodded. "And I'm here to taste pies..." you said.

It was comical, the way you and Lee talked. As if you two were a comedic duo. He with his 'food taster' and you with your straightforwardness telling them you were there to taste pies.

"Please be nice to us..." they said and gave you a court nod. Lee sighed from behind you.

"Well, if she's being nice to us instead of being honest, it is betrayal. Being told the truth and accepting it to improve oneself is better" he said. It was exactly how you felt and he was able to put it in words for you. The workers nodded, agreeing to what Lee had said.