Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 27- The Fifth Dinner Service

Monday, July 1st, 2013

Since this is vegan night and the menu options are much more limited, the assigned stations are a bit different. Kalyani and I are put on pizza together since we were the ones to make it to Gordon's liking during the taste testing portion of our special event challenge. Red and Gail are on the stuffed peppers appetizer, Bella and Gina are assigned to stroganoff, and Taylor is by herself on the garnish station. She seems excited to have the first solo station on the red team, taking it as a good opportunity to prove herself.

Jean-Philippe leans over the pass, holding out the first ticket between two fingers. Ramsay takes the ticket with a "thank you" and turns to us to read the order.

"Three stuffed peppers, followed by one stroganoff and two pizza!"

"Yes, Chef!" we shout back.

Red and Gail fire their peppers while Kalyani and I prepare our pizzas for firing. Stroganoff vegan noodles are also dropped to begin cooking. Taylor is waiting to begin cooking her mushrooms and sauce, watching us eagerly.

Red brings up her peppers and slides them next to Chef, then turns to go back to her station. Ramsay stops her.

"Mary?"

"Yes, Chef?" her voice wavers.

"Excellently done. They look delicious," Ramsay praises.

Red stands up straighter and smiles. "Thank you, Chef!"

Red returns to her station with a pep in her step that– unlike her voice– never wavers. Every order she and Gail put up is absolutely spot on.

Our pizzas are done in the oven, so I take them out and bring them up to Chef Ramsay. When he sees me approaching he smiles, a glint in his eye. I smile back, unable to help myself.

"Here are your pizzas, Chef!" I cheerily say as I slide the pizzas into place.

He turns his eyes from me to the pizzas to inspect them, not wanting to be in the way I head back to my station. All seems well as he plates the pizzas and calls for a server to deliver them.

Midway through our second ticket, right as I am in the middle of firing another pizza, one of the waiters returns to the pass.

"Chef, the customer says his pizza is raw."

"Raw? Where?" Ramsay observes where the server points, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Show me to the customer's table, would you?" he asks the server.

The server looks shocked, but nods and leads Chef Ramsay from the kitchen towards a nearby table.

The customer– a young man with gauges and a band t-shirt– looks pleased to see Gordon, but only momentarily.

"Would you be so kind as to show me where on your pizza is raw?" he asks the customer.

The man points to a spot on the pizza, completely opposite from the spot that the server had indicated.

Ramsay scoffs.

"Are you trying to waste my time, huh? This pizza is perfect, amazing, cooked to perfection. If you were looking for screen time, you fucking got it," he berates the customer, who slides down in their chair as if they were trying to fade into the carpet.

"Keep this pizza or get out, I don't honestly care either way." He drops the pizza in front of the young man, who stays shrunken down in his chair.

Ramsay heads back into the kitchen and goes to the pass to begin plating the food again. He doesn't get far before he groans, grabbing a plate of what looks to be blackened mushrooms.