Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 34- The Seventh Dinner Service

Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013

As soon as we exit the limo, Jean-Philippe ushers us inside.

"Quickly! Come on now, service starts in fifteen minutes! Go get dressed!" he shouts.

We rush through the kitchen, past the men and Kalyani finishing up prep. When I make it to the dorms I run to the bathroom, change out of my dress and into my jacket then sprint back down the stairs with everyone else.

I settle into my station, waving Garrett away so I can check the prep and be sure everything is in place. All of the fish cuts are accounted for, thankfully. Red, my partner on the fish station, slides up next to me and smiles.

Bella is solo on garnishes today, Taylor and Gail are on meats and Gina is by herself on appetizers.

Gordon approaches the head of the kitchen. "Is everything ready?" he asks.

"Yes Chef!" we respond.

"Good, Jean-Philippe?" he shouts into the dining area.

"Yes, Chef?" Jean-Philippe looks up from straightening utensils.

"Please open Hell's Kitchen."

He nods and rushes to the doors, letting in a stream of hungry customers.

The first ticket comes in.

"Three scallops, two risotto!"

"Yes, Chef!" we reply.

Ahh, scallops, my old friend. I know I have the magic touch when it comes to this particular item, so Red agrees to have me make two orders while she handles one.

I bring up both of our trays and slide them beside Ramsay.

"Here you are, Chef."

I turn to walk back to my station but Chef Ramsay calls me back.

"Touch this scallop. Tell me what you feel," he asks.

I touch the scallop and immediately I can tell it's rubbery.

"Overcooked, Chef." I drop my head.

"Go remake it and this time check everything your partner does. You are the last line of defense at your station before your dishes come to me. Otherwise, you'll be down a teammate come tonight."

"It won't happen again, Chef." I look over to Red, who's oblivious to what Ramsay told me. I don't want her sent home. I head back to my station and pull a few more scallops out.

"Was there something wrong with the ones we sent?" she asks.

"Yeah, one of the orders was overcooked, "I respond, sparing her the fact that it was hers rather than mine that was the issue. She wipes sweat from her forehead with the arm of her jacket as she starts the oil for the scallops in a pan.

Once the scallops are re-fired, I bring them up to Chef. This time he sends them right out to the table without hesitation.

More apps come and go and we stay ahead of the curve. We make it to entrees without another hitch.

The blue team also seems to be doing well, aside from one overly salty risotto they make it to entrees at around the same time we do.

"Two Wellingtons, two salmon, one cod!" Ramsay calls out.

"Heard!" we respond.

Red and I start on our fish as the meats are fired, keeping time with everyone else. It all seems to be going quite well, that is until the meats make it to the window following our fish.