Most of Reyna's life has been dedicated to helping people but what happens when she's the one in need of help?
After a one night stand with a dangerous criminal that results in an accidental pregnancy, Reyna is forced to run to protect her child fr...
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Everything is a complete and utter disaster.
I'm not a cook by any means, so how I got myself into this position is beyond me.
I'm juggling 20 different things at once, it's a miracle I haven't set the place on fire, yet.
Pans sizzle as I quickly chop some more vegetables and toss them into a bowl. I rush back over, checking on the food in the oven.
I take one of the trays out of the oven before realising I need to stir the pots.
I toss the hot tray carelessly onto the counter and quickly search for a wooden spoon. As I stir the sauce I realise the heat needs turning up as it's barely cooking and yet the other is nearly bubbling over.
I move back and forth, completely run ragged for something I most definitely didn't sign up for.
"How's it going in here?" My boss, Kamari asks while sticking her head in the kitchen. She's since lost the title of bestfriend after sticking me with this sucky job.
As I open the other oven, thick, black smoke greets me.
I cough slightly at the smoke I've inhaled before turning to her. "It's confirmed, I'm in hell."
"It's your lucky day." She states.
I shake my head in disbelief. "It's not. It's really not."
"My brother-in-law is coming to help us out, he has a big family so is used to cooking for lots of people. He's on his way."
"Oh thank god. I don't think I can take this for much longer."
Both of the chefs chose today to be sick which left me, the only available staff member to be in charge of the kitchen. As the owner of the restaurant, Kamari has desperately been trying to get someone to come in to help with rush hour but to no avail. Until now it was just the two of us.
"You deserve a pay rise."
"I need more than a pay rise after this." I complain.
"I'll speak with the boss." She says, slipping out of the room. It's a running joke we have since she is the boss. The full first day I worked here I was asking her questions about the boss so I could try and get on their good side. I didn't realise she was the boss until the end of my shift when she told me.
I rush around the kitchen until I'm finally saved by Kamari's brother-in-law. I take off the button up chef jacket that protects your clothes and keeps germs from spreading into the kitchen and place it in his hands.
I leave the kitchen as quickly as humanly possible and pull my hair back down. I run a hand through it to fix it back into place.
I pass Kamari as I'm walking and tying my apron. "Never again." I say as we pass each other.
I scribble down some orders on my notepad and send them off to the kitchen.
I start walking towards table 11, snatching the 11 number card off the trouble maker Jasper without so much as a glance in his direction as I go. I'm familiar with his trickery by now. He jokes around and switches the table numbers at every opportunity he gets. Luckily I'm no stranger to this, I know which table is which and therefore can't be fooled any longer.
