"Mr. uh- Stilinski?"
"Please," I started. "Just call me Stiles."
"Okay, Stiles, have you ever had a job like this before?"
"No ma'am." I rocked on my heels. "I just graduated Culinary School."
"Ah," a passing man added in. "Fresh meat!"
The woman rolled her eyes. "Don't mind Fred. He's just harmless old butler."
"I heard that!" Fred yelled from the other room.
She laughed. "Anyways, I will need you here at 7 to start breakfast, and dinner ends at 5. Mom and Dad normally eat lunch sometime around 11, you know the elderly and their routines."
I chuckled. "Yes ma'am I do."
"I hate the word elderly Talia." A woman, about in her 80's, said as she walked into the kitchen. "I prefer experienced."
I smiled, and Talia chuckled. "Mom, this is the new chef I hired for you and Dad. This is Stiles."
I held my hand out. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am."
"Such a polite young man!" She shook my hand. "You don't see young men like this much."
I chuckled. "Thank you ma'am."
"Stiles," She said. "Call me Norma."
I nodded, and Norma turned over her shoulder. "ANDY!"
Silence.
"ANDY!"
Talia huffed. "I'll go get him mom." She walked out of the kitchen, leaving Norma and I alone.
"Stiles?" She asked. "How old are you sweetheart?"
I cleared my throat. "23 ma'am. I just graduated culinary school."
She thought for a second. "You don't look a day over 18."
I chuckled. "Thank you ma'am. I get that a lot."
Talia re-entered the room, followed by a man about the same age as Norma. "Dad, this is Stiles, the chef I hired for you guys."
He held his hand out. "Nice to meet you son."
"You as well sir." I shook his hand as he looked me up and down.
"Call me Andy." He looked at Talia. "Are you sure this boy is old enough?"
"Andy, he just graduated college." Norma put her hand on my shoulder.
Andy looked from Norma to me. "You don't look a day over 18 son."
I laughed. "I get that a lot."
Talia cleared her throat. "Well, now that you are introduced, I'm sure you will fit right in." She put her hand on my back. "We will see you tomorrow bright and early."
"Yes ma'am." I nodded. "Pleasure to meet you all."
"You as well boy!" Andy called after me.
I think I'll like this job.
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Props To The Chef (Sterek)
FanfictionStiles Stilinski, fresh out of Culinary School, just got his dream job. A personal chef. When he gets hired to cook for a wealthy elderly couple in Beacon Hills, he has no idea he will meet their hot, sweet, sculpted like a god grandson.