Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 81- Redo

Monday, July 15th, 2013

We spend the rest of the day drinking, playing pool, eating the delicious platters full of food, and reveling in our newly granted status of black jacket chefs. Unfortunately, there hasn't been a free moment to read Gordon's note. As the festivities wind down, I hear a knock at the door. I expect Gordon to make a reappearance, but instead, Janice's hawk-like eyes meet mine when she swings open the door.

"Abel. (Y/N). Time for your re-enactment." She holds out our old blue jackets to us.

"Here?" I raise an eyebrow.

"No, of course not, you silly thing. Wherever you want, just make sure it feels genuine and is like whatever happened the first time. The audience is expecting to see you two begin dating. We can always put this portion before the black jacket challenges. Now hurry up!" She shakes the jackets at us.

Abel shrugs and puts down his plate of snacks before reaching for the jackets and handing mine to me. He then holds a hand out and I lace my fingers between his before we follow Janice out to the kitchens.

"So where is this going to feel the most authentic?" Janice asks, tapping her chin with her index finger.

"The dorm kitchen would be fine. (Y/N), start boiling some water on the stove so it looks like you're doing something when I arrive, OK?" Abel suggests.

"Sure, Abel. Don't make me wait long," I tease, following Janice up the stairs to the dorms.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to." He smiles, to which Janice rolls her eyes.

"Ugh, get to it, I had to stay late to make sure this goes smoothly," she complains.

Now it is my turn to roll my eyes. You didn't need this for anything but your precious ratings, Janice, so don't complain when you make yourself extra work. 

"I'll see you in a few minutes." Abel kisses the top of my hand before releasing me and heading into the men's dorm.

I switch out my black jacket for my blue one, handing my jacket to Janice before I set a pot to boiling. For extra authenticity, I place a box of noodles nearby and a few tomatoes on a chopping board. Janice stays in the far corner of the room, her eyes drilling holes into my back.

"Hey, what are you making?" Abel's voice catches my attention.

I look up from my pot of boiling water at him. "Hey, Abel. Just some spaghetti for lunch."

"Do you mind if we talk for a second?" he asks, his eyes sparkling as he sits down on the couch.

"Sure!" I switch the stove off and move to sit next to him. Not too close, but close enough to where he could reach me if he wanted.

He dips his head and looks up at me, almost shyly. It's adorable, a small smile forms at the corner of my lips.

"So I don't know how to say this other than to just tell you. I like you. A lot." He rubs the back of his neck bashfully. "I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers, so I have to ask if you feel the same."

The sincerity in his voice makes me feel like this isn't just a re-telling of events for the camera.

"I do, Abel. You've made it impossible not to feel the same." I scoot a little closer to him on the couch.

"Then you... wouldn't mind being my girlfriend?" He looks at me, hopefulness radiates off him.

"I would love to be your girlfriend," I respond, giggling. He's so cute like this.