"Y/N!! Why aren't you cooking the food correctly? That's not even medium rare you glevering pickle!" Shouts the boss. Mrs. Sanchez was short, with dark skin and always wore bright colored wigs. She was rather homely and slacking, but she was always on top of things here at our diner. She was very nagging but she usually got to a point where we got something done.
"The Masterchef is coming today! We have to get everything in order or else we're going to lose our precious Diner!"
She announced to the staff. All of a sudden, the customer bell was rung. The door open, and a muscular, tall figure had entered our humble Diner. Gordon Ramsay, himself.
As soon as he had made up his mind about ordering his meal, he looked around, waiting for someone to take his order.
"Y/N !!! Get out there! He's waiting, you dingus!" Mrs. Sanchez whispered angrily at me. She shoved me into the front and I quickly took out my pen and paper and took his order.
"H-Hello, s-sir! W-what would you like t-today?" I say nervously, feeling invisible hands grope the middle of my throat. I gulp. After 30 seconds of absolute silence, he finally spoke.
"Yes... I'll have the lamb sauce on the pork chop, the skyline chili and the margarita pizza." Gordon says sternly. I was filled with a feeling of awkwardness.
"D-DID YOU KNOW THAT EVERY SEVEN YEARS THE HUMAN SKIN CELLS REPRODUCE SO YOU HAVE NEW SKIN EVERY 7 YEARS?" I shout. I tend to spurt fun facts when I feel awkward. He glared at me, then looked at my arm, latching onto it and pulling me closer. He rubbed the foreskin of my arm.
"Well, this skin does look very clear to me," Gordon whispers and I become even more uncomfortable and jerk my arm away. He frowns, but then grins pleasantly. I took off in an awkward heat and placed the order.
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Gordon Ramsay x Reader - Can you feel the lamb sauce tonight?
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