Together Again / Brendon Urie

8. Brendon

Addie. Addie Victor. She's even more gorgeous then I remember. She's gotten curves since high school. A little taller but not much, her hips are doing wonders for me in that skirt and her petite chest press against the buttons begging to be popped open for me. But what really star struck me are her god damn eyes. "B-Brendon?" Oh my god her stutter is just as adorable as I remember. I also remember it only came out from being nervous. I smile at the memory but then shake my head. "Are you-are you my new chef?" I ask because I was expecting an Adam Victor, not an Adler. Adler from Vegas. My Addie. "Its Adler, and yes. But you already knew that." She replies and her body language has definently changed. I take a couple steps over and lean back against a nearby table crossing my arms in front of my chest. "I actually didn't, I guess some things got lost in translation. That's why I asked you to bring your documents." I reply calmly even though my ears have a heartbeat. I can't fucking believe this.
We stand in awkward silence before I finally stand straight, clap my hands against my thighs and motion for her to follow. "Well let me give you a tour." She nods and reluctantly follows.

"This is the main dining area, we set it up the night before so everything is ready but we have other opening tasks to tend to by the time we open for lunch, which is 11am." I explain professionally. She nods her head and follows. "The bar, which we don't need to touch. Denise will be in at 10 to tend to that. That's her baby." I explain again receiving another nod. "Back here is my office which we'll go in there shortly, you'll be spending a lot of time in there with me actually." I explain with a little more innuendo then intended and she gives me a look. "Paperwork, food orders, menu changes, that kind of stuff." I explain trying to cover my ass and she relaxes a little bit. "Bathrooms and registers are back here," I point down a corridor. "For the waitressing staff and this is your domain." I open the doors as we enter and her eyes light up like Christmas. I watch as she enters and her body is totally off guard now. She admires the state of the art equipment, stainless steel appliances and utensils. She grazes her fingers down the stove and then walks around the the other and back. "I love it," she whispers when she walks back to where we started. "Good, it's yours. And since I know very little about actual cooking I'm going to have to trust you, a lot." She gives me a look. "Let's talk in my office while I finish your paperwork and then we have actual work to do."

She settles in the seat across from my desk and I copy her documents. I lean against my desk waiting for the paper to spit out. It's a slow machine, we don't have commercial grade ones, just your average at home copier, scanner and printer. "So what have you been up to?" I ask quietly, her head snaps up from her nails. Purple? Interesting. "Oh a you know school, work, boyfriends, the usual." She replies just as quiet. As if we talk any louder the building would explode.

"No like why are you here, in Nashville?" I ask again and her eyebrows furrow. "Well, what have you been up to and why are you here are two different questions." She pauses, "I got an offer from working in Vegas and I couldn't pass up the opportunity for this position and the relocation. She smiles briefly before frowning. The paper spits out, I take it, inserting it into her file and handing back her originals. I go to place her folder in the cabinet. "How about you?" She asks as I close the drawer. "Oh nothing really," I answer vaguely and she scoffs. "No offense Brendon but how did you become manager of a successful restaurant in Nashville. You were the pothead, high school skater boy that wasn't going to college." She states and I smirk. "People change," I answer quickly and she shakes her head. "No the don't." She replies and I smile back, "no they don't indeed." She shifts in her seat as I undress her with my eyes. I look away and cross my legs. "My aunt lives here, she pulled a few strings when I was a kid and got me a bus boy position. I eventually moved my way up and about 3? 3 years ago Kaitlyn left to become a full time mom, so I became manager and I ran it with it. Been here ever since." I answer folding my hands in my lap and we stare at each other. She bites her bottom lip nervously and I smile. "Come, let's go set up for lunch."