Shawn: releasing a statement today
Shawn: need a little moral support
Shawn: can I come by your bistro?
I hadn't heard from Shawn for a few days and wondered if he was upset about our friend-status, so I was surprised when he texted. I'd been monitoring his social media, as well as Kat's, looking for something related to Jayce, but nothing had shown up.
Me: Of course. Come hungry!
Shawn: see u soon
He walked through the door at the perfect time. The lunch crowd was gone and only a couple tables were occupied by people drinking coffee or tea. One table had a pair of older women who came by every week and sat and chatted for hours. Seated at the other table was a young guy who was on his computer. I provided free WiFi, so often people brought their laptops.
Shawn was dressed for comfort, which was a look I always liked on him. He had on loose gray sweats and a huge black hoodie under a long wool coat. I knew he would have had the hood over his head out in the street if he was looking to avoid any fan confrontations.
"Hey there," I said from behind the coffee bar. "Take a seat anywhere."
He looked around and chose a table towards the back. I fixed him an Americano and brought it over along with a menu. Maybe it was presumptuous to assume what he wanted to drink, but after working for him and dating him, I knew his preferences inside and out.
"Can you join me?" he asked.
"My server is on break for another ten minutes, but once she gets back I can. Look over the menu in the meantime."
I then went to check on the two occupied tables to see if they needed anything. Once the server, Tiffany, came back out front, I told her I was taking a break. First I was going to put in Shawn's food order.
"Have you decided on something to eat?" I asked.
"Everything sounds good. What do you recommend?"
"The soup and sandwich combo of the day is a good one. It's a Cuban sandwich with a bowl of Cuban black bean soup."
"Sounds amazing. I'll take that, please."
I went back to the kitchen and gave my cook the order. I then asked Tiff to bring it out when it was ready. She blushed and giggled at the idea of waiting on Shawn Mendes. I warned her that she needed to be professional.
Pulling out the chair across from Shawn, I sat down with a sigh.
"You tired?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"A little. The long hours are hard on me. I'm looking forward to hiring a manager. Once I do, I might get a full day off on occasion. As is, I work all day every day. Paige is working six days a week, so I'd like her to get more time off, too."
"Is it worth it?" he asked. "I don't mean that in a negative way. I just know when everything gets really nuts for me I sometimes wonder if it's worth the stress. Then I perform live and I know it is."
"It's kind of the same for me. I wake up tired and feel anxious knowing I have such a long day ahead of me. Someone will tell me how much they love my restaurant, or I'll look around and see tables full of happy customers, and I don't mind how hard I have to work to make it happen."
He smiled warmly. "Making your dream come true is really hard work, right? Nothing worth having comes easy."
I laughed. "Such a philosopher!"
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Personal Chef
FanfictionA fanfic for food lovers. Chelsea Price is hired as Shawn Mendes's personal chef. As she cooks for the pop star, they get to know each other and become friendly. How long will this relationship remain strictly professional? URLs for recipes are incl...