hidden sinners,, radiodust human au.

7. Cooking out your feelings

I sigh, fixing my hair in the restaurants bathroom, as I was currently in a small bathroom break for myself. I stop fiddling with my hair and step out the bathroom, heading back into the kitchen.

I say hi to some of my coworkers, then walking off elegantly.

Currently, I was a waitress. It wasnt as bad as I imagined, it was pretty solid. Except for the annoying customers , who are just rude.

Only about 10 minutes left till my shift was over, as I worked from 11AM to 6PM. It wasn't that bad, pretty decent time actually. Im just grateful my shift doesn't start in the morning, as I'm not much of a morning person often.

And yes, even though I did have to wake up early for things to attend to, I would always sleep in and wake up late on the days I could, it was just heaven for me.

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I pick up my bag and head out the restaurant door, the soft chilly breeze hitting my whole body. I felt at ease, and felt a small and delicate small build upon my lips.

I look up at New Orleans buildings, seeing some billboards up. They were relatively brand new and looked as if they were made yesterday, since billboards got invented just recently and were growing in popularity.

One caught my eye, which was one of Allen.

It was a portrait of him smiling with a small microphone in his hands. Next to him was flourishing red letters, almost in cursive.

"Remember to always smile, as you never know the last time you will.

-ALLEN LEBLANC.

66.6 The smiling Night."

His radio station and name were in smaller letters, the quote itself taking up most of the board.

I will admit, it brought a smile to my face. The portrait looked absolutely gorgeous, and so did Allen himself.

I stare at it for a few more seconds then walk off, smile still on my face.

I look around me while walking around the city, seeing a ton of couples passing by. Arm locked in the others arms, talking happily as if their life was problem-free.

I wonder when I could get something like that.

I sigh and turn away, the wind slightly getting stronger and pushing my hair back.

I didn't want to focus on love yet, no matter how much I wanted to, I still was getting back on my feet here in New Orleans.

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"Hey Tonyyy! How'd first day of work go?"

I giggle a little at Cheryl, locking the door and closing it.

"It was alright, not too bad. Just glad I Don't gotta be killin kids and shit ya know?"

Cheryl turns towards me and laughs from the sofa, which I step away from and instead head into the kitchen.

"Since I'm guessing you haven't made dinner, mind if I made some? Honestly in the mood and atmosphere to cook right now so."

Cheryl stands up from the couch and leans on one of the kitchen counters, her freckled face coming into clearer vision.

"Sure, I'll help you though, just tell me whatcha need."

I nod, and start opening cabinets for the utensils I need.

"Uuuh, let's just make my mom's traditional pasta, you remember how to make it right?"  I ask Cheryl, who's face lights up and nods.

"Yes absolutely! She was such a darling and her cooking was just! " Cheryl does a chef kiss, which I laugh at.

She was right though, my mother's cooking was divine. I hope that wherever she is, shes still sharing her mouth-watering recipes to the world.

"Well anyway, soo, how do you feel about the whole move in? We've been here for about a week and a half now."

I think about the question, in full honesty, I've been feeling alright.

"I mean, pretty good actually! I'm glad I got a job, and was just able to move here in general, to just live my own life."

I put the raw pasta into the pot of boiling hot water, and make my way to the ice box.

"That's great, so do you plan on getting any love interest or-?"

I sigh, there was so many answer choices to choose from but I wanted to explain it all in only one.

"Well, I really do want one but- you know how things are. How I don't, really like women, the fact I could get arrested for dating another man, it's just... complicated. But if I could I definetly would."

I hear Cheryl turn one of the stove tops on, along with a large clank.

I get the garlic and tomato sauce, handing it to Cheryl after.

"Hm, yeah.. Well, moving on from that, I do sure hope you get close with Allen! You two seem like a good duo, and even though it's not possible, I could maybe even see you guys dating?"

I stop shredding the cheese in front of me and turn my head towards Cheryl.

What- I...

"I mean- he is good lookin and all... surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. I honestly just don't think he's gay by any chance, he seems as straight as a line."

I hear Cheryl let out a small Snicker while she puts some sugar into the meat that was on the pan, after quickly adding tomato sauce to lighten out the sweet taste.

"Well, you never know. I would say try bringing up a conversation about the topic, to see whether he is gay or not, maybe try to ask him what he feels about the gays and all?"

I will say, Cheryl's idea was smart. Again its just, hard to believe someone like Allen could be gay. I just can't bring myself to believe that. But if he is, then you could officially name me the happiest man in the world.

"I mean, maybe. "

I guess you could say I would date Allen if I really could, but since I can't, better keep dreaming.

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"Hey Cheryl can ya place the utensils down? I'll serve the food."

Cheryl nods, and makes her way to a cabinet, grabbing forks and knifes.

I put the pasta onto both of our plates, along with some cheesy garlic bread on the side.

The smell gave me a nice home warming feeling, as it reminded me of nice and bittersweet times.

I grab both plates and place one on each side of the table, Cheryl nodding me a silent thank you.

"Godere, hope the garlic bread turned out okay." I say, quickly picking up my fork and digging into the meal.

"Godere, and don't worry about it Tony, your cooking is always good."

I smile at the compliment, and we eat in silence.

A/N

honestly idk what to put here for today so