In the name ot dough

In the name of dough

“Where are the desserts?” A tall man with brown fluffy hair was raising his voice for the whole kitchen to listen to him. Constantą is one of the most famous restaurants in Brooklyn, New York; Pioneers in romanian cuisine. It was friday night, what it means there was more work to do.

“Here, Chef.” A muscular blonde guy delivered the Brânzoaicâ to the waitress, a dessert made of baked dough filled with sweet cheese. Sebastian’s eyes were a dark blue, all the stress has been keeping him in a bad mood for the last past months “C’mon Sebi, let yourself go, just a few more services and we're done.”

He forces a smile so his friends would stop worrying “I'm ok Chris.”

But the blonde wasn't buying any of his bullshit tonight “Go home, Sebastian. I close the restaurant.” Chris says while washing his hands to prepare for the next order.

“Chris don't” he complains reading the new orders “Ok two Sarmales, one Drob de Miel and two Brânzoaicâ.” he yells so everyone can start cooking in their stations.

“What's the deal with the Brânzoaicâ? Tonight everyone is craving it uh”

Sebastian's eyes are focus on his pot, slowly cooking the cabbage rolls for the Sarmales and puts it in the oven, covered with little water, some cabbage brine for sourness and some slices of traditional romanian bacon. He preheats the oven 375°F and 45 minutes later it was all done. “I'm serving in 5 minutes, how are you doing with the Drob de Miel and the Brânzoaicâ back there?”

“Serving in 4 minutes chef” someone yells from the back of the kitchen.

“I'm done in 5 too, Seb” Chris replied from behind Sebastian.

5 minutes later the plates were all served and on their way to the tables. And with that the service was completed. Everyone was now cleaning their stations and writing down what they were running out of and then give it to Sebastian.

Someone walks in Sebastian's office. It was a small room, he didn't care about it cause most of the time he was in the kitchen, it was at the end of a long service that he could finally sit there and checked everything related to papers, food, and other stuff were good “There's no way you'll be closing the kitchen, Chris” Sebastian says with his gaze on the paper note from the cuisinier. Chris is standing with arms crossed and rolls his eyes “Fine you win but next week I'm closing, ok?” His pâtissier and second chief leave as soon as he said so, letting Sebastian’s reply in the air.

The whole place was empty, it was now only Sebastian and his baby. He name it Constantą after the city he was born. Sebastian was only 12 years old when he and his mother moved to Rockland, New York. Before she married Anthony, he used to spend a lot of time taking baking courses cause he wanted to bake a wedding cake for them and when the big day arrived, everyone wanted to try a piece of his cake, at first they didn't even know it was his present and when Georgeta told them, the look in their faces were something that Sebastian wanted to always see for the rest of his existence. And so he dedicated his entire life to the kitchen. 4 years ago Constantą was born, he missed the romanian cuisine and there were not restaurants for him to go so he decided to open the first one on his own. His best friend Chris, from cooking school, helped him on the process.

A big noise coming from the front door brings him back from his memories. He walks out if his office and finds a girl outside the local with something that looks like a broken nose. Sebastian opens the door and closes it behind him.

“Are you okay? He asks politely.

You nod and wave your hand “Yeah I just thought the restaurant was open.”

His brow frowns in confusion “it's almost midnight, we're close.”

“Yeah I can see that” your nose was red and your eyes glassy, he thinks it was because of the bump from before but the tone in your voice told him otherwise. You were trembling. Winter in New York was what hell would look like if it froze “Sorry I just uh… I better go.”