Y/N’s POV
I am a server at La Sandy Pueblo Inn’s restaurant. We were told that Chef Ramsay’s going to fix the inn.
Mike the camera guy finished up the cameras and someone prompted me with the question “what would you lose if we had to shut down La Sandy Pueblo Inn?”
And I said “ Well not only would I lose my job, I'd probably lose my daughter, Aitana, to her father, we divorced and he got (son name) but if I lose my job he gets Aitana too.” almost crying as I said it.
I worked normally serving the garbage that Juan barely cooks to the poor customers until GORDON *FUCKING* RAMSAY just casually walks into the dining area. I suddenly felt my heart catch in my throat and my blood rush into my ears. My whole body stiffened and my shoulders tensed as I walked over to not only the best chef on earth but also the most handsome man on earth. He sat down at a table by the biggest window.
“Hello darling. Can I see the menu?” Gordon asked.
I handed him the menu and whispered “Do not order the tacos, the tostadas, or anything with chicken.. You literally might get food poisoning.”
“I'll order a beef tostada and um what's the Macho Sancho?” he said with a hint of disgust like he already knew it tastes bad.
“It's a three meat soft taco with Muy Picante sauce, it's utter garbage, and barely spicy, bland and almost flavorless.”
“Really? I'll take it. Who makes the menu?”
“Head Chef Juan but he's not supposed to, Abuelita is supposed to.”
“Is the owner your grandma?”
“No, we just call her that because she's old.”
“What's the biggest problem with La Sandy Pueblo Inn?”
“Juan, no question, he's a dictator, he hit one of the other servers for accidentally dropping a dish.”
