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🥘 seven. everything of possibility .⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊
People don't really die; they turned into legacies and fairy tales.
They were physically dead, buried six feet underground, pushing daises, but they still lived on in other people's hearts and memories — if they had kids, they lived through legacies. Mikey Berzatto didn't have kids, but he was such a great man that people often forgot that he was an addict and they saw him as more of a friend than anything. They ignored anything bad that he had done in the past because he was dead and he didn't need that sort of "reputation" but everyone knew who Mikey Berzatto was. The shady owner of The Beef on the far end of the street and he had this boisterous personality that would attract people like moths.
He was so energetic and caring that he made people feel like family or friends, but nobody had the tiniest of ideas that he was using drugs.
People could understand why he would be ashamed of that since drug addiction and abuse were so looked down upon. It was sad, but there was different circumstances and it was a problem that led into another.
Yada, yada.
Odessa Sinclair knew Mikey Berzatto when she was little, when she had accidentally crashed her bike against a tree, and her leg was twisted at a weird angle. He carried her all the way to her parents house with effort and they became best friends from there.
Plus, Odessa was so much cooler than Richie Jerimovich despite her out of control emotions and her asthma attacks that were beginning to happen more often.
She often thought about Mikey whenever she cooked, wondering what he would say about the fact that his little brother was taking over the sandwich shop or the changes to the menu. She knew he would probably agree with Carmy just to shut him up and it made her smile at just memorizing his voice.
"Behind!"
Odessa was quiet as she paused to tie up her hair and she looked at Marcus's station where the baby pink kitchen mixer was sitting at. It looked funny and out of place like Odessa predicted. She snickered softly, remembering at seeing his confused yet thankful face when he first saw the mixer. She continued to cook whatever beef there was in the stoves, but two loud bangs rang out in the main room and it was so loud that it sounded like gunshots. The chefs stopped, some of them were ducking down, and they walked into the main room.
Two circles of broken glass stuck out, but there were no signs of bullet casings and glass was broken all over the floor. "Is everyone alright?" asked Carmy while Richie rushed out and Angel went to grab a broom with a dust pan. The chefs murmured they were all okay.
Who would shoot up a place like this?
It was bewildering as Odessa peered out of the large window to find anyone else who could've shot at the sandwich shop, but she stepped back when Carmy grabbed her arm to pull her away. "Hey, put some tape and tarp on that window. We don't need that shit for everyone else to see." said Carmy.
Odessa sighed softly as she nodded reluctantly and she rushed off to find those said supplies. His grip on her arm earlier made her feel sorta weird, as if his skin was hot like the sun and her skin was colder than Antarctica. What was that? Was it just him being caring for his chefs or was it for something else entirely different? Either way, it didn't matter because Manny and the others helped her put up the tarp with blue duct tape.
Then, back to work. Back to cooking.
The kitchen was relatively slow, quiet as the chefs ran their normal routines for their different stations. Ebra helping Odessa slow cook the beef, Tina chopping up vegetables, Sydney doing whatever Sydney did. Richie was noticeably on edge which was unusual of him and it was so bad that Tina had to escort him out to the back.
Odessa couldn't help and think though. Something was bothering her, a morbid curiosity, and it made her finicky.
Here was a thing about Odessa Sinclair; she has never been in a romantic relationship of any sorts and she never had the guts to actually act on her crushes. They didn't even feel like crushes either because it just felt like a strong connection. She didn't know how to describe it either and it sorta terrified her. It wasn't love, but just extreme liking. She liked Carmy since she was a kid, but she didn't understand why it randomly came back after all this time?
She would ask him, but Odessa had to remind herself that she was making a big deal out of the fact he grasped her arm. His nails left a slight half moon mark too despite his nails being nicely clipped.
After the last chef left, Odessa stayed behind as she leaned against the metal counter and her fingers padded through a random recipe book. Not much of these recipes were really appealing to her and she scratched at the side of her neck. She didn't even understand half of the words either because they were in French or Italian. She couldn't read nor translate the words properly.
"Carmy." called out Odessa as she carried the recipe book to his cramped office in the back and she saw him fussing over the bills for the building. Money they desperately needed to improve the sandwich shop even though they added different kinds of dishes like risotto and mashed potatoes — stuff you didn't see in a sandwich shop. At his confused stare, Odessa asked,"What is this dish?"
Carmy furrowed his eyebrows at her confusion and he got up to check the page within the recipe book, his arm brushing against hers. "It's, uhm, this French dish. Boeuf bourguignon. It's where you let the beef stew in red wine and you add these vegetables in it too." explained Carmy, tapping his pen against the pad of his thumb and index finger. "It's really, really good."
"Red wine. Okay." murmured Odessa as she gently tapped her finger against the skin of her chewed up lips. Now, how could she word this right without ticking him off? "How come we..how come we know each other, but don't at the same time?"
Carmy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and he asked,"What do you mean?"
Odessa felt her throat go dry at the unexpected question that stumbled out of her mouth and she gently toyed with the pages of the recipe book. "I feel like I know you, but I don't at the same time. I know your family. I know who you are, but there isn't a connection there, y'know? Like, what do you even do when you're not working?"
The golden-brown haired man furrowed his eyebrows a little bit and he mused,"Contemplating about what's next in my life."
"Oh, har, har." scoffed Odessa and she shook her head a little bit as a response. "How about this? I know you probably like classical music bullshit—"
"No, I don't."
"—so, I'll send you one of my Spotify playlists. I have a feeling you're going to like it even if you're a prune, Caramel." said Odessa with a soft shrug and she walked away with a soft grin as she clutched the closed recipe book close to her chest.
