Can't Have You (#wattys2019)

Part 1

Patty's POV

"Patty!" I heard my name called by Nonna. She wasn't my real grandma but an elderly lady I was staying with for this summer. She lived in Tuscany and I found her by luck while traveling Italy.

She invited me to stay at her house for free and I would help her around her house and vineyard.

It's been a few weeks and I can honestly say I would love to stay here forever. I just love how nice and calm people are, Italy is goergous and the food is amazing.

"Comming." I yelled back, pulling last carrot out of the garden for our lunch. I am not a proffesional chef but I love to cook all sort of food. And I hear my food isn't that bad so I must be doing something right.

Today was a big day. It was my 24th birthday. And the first one I'll be spending in a foreign country away from my friends.

Nonna, me and my new friend  Monica, her grandoughter, were planing a dinner since my familly and friends were miles away at my home country and couldn't come.

I came to the kitchen and Nonna gave me the 'where were you so long' look. I just smiled and looked at the basket full of vegetables for dinner and fruit for desert. "Sorry. You know I get carried away when I'm in the garden."

Nonna's garden was like you walk into a dreamland. Everything was in order and it had his own little fence around it. Around garden there were all sort of flowers and whene they were blooming it smeled like the nicest parfume.

I put vegetables on table and started cooking, that was something I just love to do every day. It was also one reason for my trip to Italy to eat and learn new recepies.

Monica came with a smile and complained of the amout of food. I might have overeacted a bit.

She prepared table outside and I brought food that was now ready to be eaten.

After eating main course Monica brought my favourite chocolate mascarpone cake that we made together earlyer.

"Buon compleanno..." both sang to me and I felt tears in my eyes. This short time I have been here they both become as close as my familly.

"I hope you have a wonderfull summer and that you find happines and love that you so much deserve." Monica wished me and I looked at my fingers and I suddenly remembed how bad my previous relationship ended.

I blew ou all of 24 candels and closed my eyes. I wish....

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Joe' POV
Meanwhile in New York...

I was walking toward the kittchen carrying the plate with me. "That's uneatable. How dare you serve that shit in my restaurant. You are fired?" I yelled looking at a plate of what should be Lasagne but looked like someone vomit and put basil on top of it.

I am so tired of some of my employes. They get the best education and training and they are lazy fuckers. Millions of people would give everything to stand in their shooes.

"An idiot could do it better than this." I whispered and threw the plate in to trash can. I slammed the door tired of my job and people who did every single thing wrong. I used to love cooking for my friends of familly it was relaxing but running so manny reataurants and try to keep them on top it's not that simple.

Trough this time I lost contact with all of my friends and familly.

At age 40 and milions on my bank account I never tought my life would be so meaningless that it is right now.

"You." I pointed to my chef. "You are in charge, I need a fucking vacation."

With that I went out of my restaurant leaving manny people with opened mouth wondering if I really left chef Tony in charge.

I went back to my suit and packed my fancy clothes thinking of my dear Nanna back home and exhaled. "Italy here I come."

Little did I know the life I know was about to turn upside down.

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Sooo here is the first short part of my story. The other chapters are going to be much longer.
I appologize for the wrong grammar because my first language is not eanglish.

I hope you'll like the story and im opened for suggestions and your ideas.
Love ya ;)