Rachel
Droplets of tears streamed down from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks, with my eyes burning.
If anything I hate in this life and my work, it is these onions. This one thing makes everything I love about cooking hate. But my relationship with onions is something very complicated, I hate and love them, Love eating and adding them, to the food I make but I hate cutting, copping them
But it is what it is, I have loved cooking for as long as I can remember. The first time I cooked something edible was when I was a child, and that was a boiled egg. And after that, I never stopped. I started reading cookbooks, watching cooking shows, and even watching my mom cook and tried everything to learn this skill.
I don't know why but as a child whenever I was sad or the kids in my school used to bully me because I don't have a dad, I used to come home and cook even as a child all alone in home with my mom working for two to three jobs, cooking brings me peace and it still does, maybe that one of the reasons I decided to make my passion a profession and came to meet Jayce.
He was the first person to teach me many things that I couldn't even learn by myself. And used to love the image spent together, in the kitchen, he might be boss, a teacher in some ways. But his company is something that I used to enjoy, and always eager for our next lesson together. Until one day everything changed.
I signed, with the onions making me cry, my mind reminded me of the first time I came face to face with Jayce, the day when everything started. The very beginning of our story.
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Today is no more than any other day, just one, the same day of me waiting at the table like usual.
But this is not something I ever wanted to do, I want to be in the kitchen, with a chef playing with ingredients and creating something and everyone here can devour each bite forgetting about anything about the food they taste.
But look want am I doing I'm Here waiting tables, wearing this ridiculous outfit, I mean look at me, standing here with a shirt that seems so tight that at any moment I walk, the button will go to pop out ripping the shirt off my chest and the skirt it is so short that I don't think I can bend down even if wanted without showing my ass. God, I sighed, with my leg throbbing, if I was complaining before about the clothes, which are not even that bad as the heels, for god sake we are waiters, not strippers, weaning something like this and displaying ourselves. But I can't do anything about it, you know the phrase, that beggars can't be choosers, that's me. I need money and more so the experience even if it's coming from a waiting table. I want to open a hotel of my own and there I first rule will be no heels or short skirts that are my number one priority.
"Rachel food for table six," I nodded, loading my hands with plates, and walking my way to deliver the food.
And as I was walking, my legs twisted in the worst possible timing and way I could have imagined, making the plates of food fly in the air, dropping on the floor and me, with my body landing on something stiff yet soft.
My eyes are closed as I'm hoping that this is all to be a stupid dream and wanting to wake up at any moment now. But my heart knows this all is reality and it's my job that I only started working a few weeks ago, and I also got paid for the expensive crockery that I broke.
"You okay," I heard a soft mumbling voice in my heart, as I felt an arm wrap around my waist.
I quickly opened my eyes, startled by the sudden closeness. And notice that the stiff, soft thing I landed on is nothing but the lap of one of the customers, Shit, Rachel now I'm going to lose my job.
Startled by the closeness between us and the people in the restaurant, eyeing me suspiciously. I stood quickly, wanting to separate myself from the stranger. Only to groan loudly and lose my balance again, don't tell me I sprained my ankle.
"Hold on," I heard the voice of a stranger again, as he wrapped his hand around my waist, preventing my fall, staying deep in my face with a smile.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. I feel so helpless now with all eyes staring at us.
"Rachel, what do you think you're doing," A voice shouted and made me stand still even with my leg hurting badly.
"I'm sorry, it's just heels…," I tried to speak with my voice shaking both from pain and fear of losing my job.
"Oh don't give me these silly excuses, pack your stuff and leave you're no longer needed here,"
"But…," I tried to explain.
"And who do you think you're to fire her," All the eyes turned to a voice that was coming from a stranger supporting me. "What do think about the ridiculous uniform of the waitress here, what do think this place is a family high-end restaurant or strip club,"
"It is what it is," said the manager, staring glaring at the stranger beside me. "And as a guest I don't you have the right to interfere in the matter related to an employee here,"
"Rachel, clean this mess and leave."
"But….," I tried to say yet again but was ignored by turning his back on me leaving the room as if nothing happened.
I turned my head to the stranger who is still holding me, "I'm sorry for ruining your meal, please let me take you to another table as I clean the mess I made,"
I separated myself from trying to walk only to stop and whimper in pain. I took a deep breath trying to take a step, only to be stopped, by a hand on my shoulder, turning me and making me sit on one of the chairs.
"Sit," The stranger that helped me before said as he kneeled, putting my feet on his lap, checking my sprain. "It's all red, you need to see a doctor before it gets any worse," he seems worried but why.
"Rachel, we're still here," the manager's voice shouted again.
"That guy..," he mumbled, standing on his feet, giving a deadly stare to the manager. "You what, I had enough of you treating your juniors like a slave,"
"What can you do about it," the manager challenged
"Try me," he said, picking up the phone.
Damn this stranger is fighting for me, I don't think I've ever seen a guy, not even my father, ever take a stand for me, like this.
The call ended, and the stranger turned his attention to me. "Let's go," he said, holding me tight, and putting all my weight in his arms.
"But..," I said, but he only smiled, turning his head to the manager. "Pack your thing or you might not have the time to do it on time,"
"What..," He questioned.
But without caring about him we walked slowly towards his car. And drive to the nearest hospital.
The memory of that day is still clearly vivid in my mind. That was the first day that someone took a stand for me, even as a stranger, Jayce supported me but, sadly, none of us wanted anything serious with our relationship. I sighed, shaking the memories of the past from my mind and continuing my work.
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Jayce I sighed, standing outside the small restaurant. I don't even know what I am doing here. But this is not the place that I wanted to visit, but since my car decided to stop working right in front of this place, I've no choice but to wait here, for someone to come and pick me up from this suburban town. "So, what can I get for you," said a waiter as soon as I made my way inside, sitting at the table. "Whatever sells the best," I said casually, not caring to stare at the menu. "Sure," he smiled, leaving me alone with a glass of water. Sitting alone in this nearly empty place, I glanced around the space, scanning my surroundings. This place is small and seems quite old for the style of interior and furniture. Still, this space has quite a calming and, I don't know the right word to describe it but it has quite a homey vibes and atmosphere around here, and what strange is that I like it even when it's quite opposite to my style or choice. "Here, you go," my thoughts got diverted
Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant. I don't know why seeing people happy and satisfied with my work, either by eating something I cooked or the time they spend with me, makes my days fulfilled. Even though food and cooking remind me of my time with Jayce and every time I'm cooking. I don't know, but it seems even far away from me there is part of with me every time, I hold a knife or spatula, or see the happily satisfied look on the people's face that comes and devours my food. And that is something I will always be thankful to Jayce, it's because of him that I've so much, if it's not for me then I would have never discovered that I've some kind of thing with cooking too. I remember the first time I was at
Jayce I cleared my throat, clearly not knowing what else to do. Never in ten years of my cooking career have I seen anyone devour my food with so much passion. I don't know what to think of it right now. I can't even describe how turned on I've been only by watching a spoonful of the food in her mouth and to make things worse for me. The moan that escaped from my throat acted like oil in my already fired-up senses. I turned my head trying to avoid my stare only to find eyes staring at my back. I took a deep breath trying to calm my unbalanced senses and shook my head to remove any unnecessary thoughts. "You want anything else," I shook her head at my question, trying to avoid looking at me. "Okay, call me, if you need anything, I'll be in the living room." "But aren't you going to eat anything," I shook my head at her question, "I'm not hungry," I said, trying to leave. She held my hand, stopping me, as I turned my head watching the sincere look on her face. "You must eat, you ha
Jayce Waiting, waiting, and Waiting is what I've been doing last four hours, no one not even Rachel seemed to come, I don't if this right address and at that time I couldn't even ask if I'm in right or if the waiter tricked me. Fuck, I sighed, pacing around, hiding my hands in my coat pockets, I don't know what temperature right now, I just go somewhere warm or take a hot bath but I don't want to miss my only chance to meet Rachel, I just see how she is, her smile, and if I get a chance I do want to ask her why she left me right before the moment I finally decided to overcome my fear of love and confess my feeling for her. For once I want to be Rachel. I pulled my phone hoping to pass some time engaging myself in some silly game but bad luck it ran out of battery. I'm so pissed right now like I haven't been in years. I'm this close to meeting Rachel yet time doesn't seem to pass. Why is everything right now making me feel annoyed? All I want is to see Rachel once again. Some more pa
Rachel "Remember my eighteenth birthday," I said. Daniel lifted his face with his eyes focused on me. "How can I forget? I nodded, I knew what he meant. It was the same day a big tantrum happened in the house with a big fight between Daniel's mom and his and my father too. The fight was so big that it even resulted in their divorce. I don't know, what was the reason behind their fight that was so big that it resulted in separation, even being a cheater can't separate Daniel's mother from his father but a fight did. "What happened that day?" Daniel questioned, breaking the silence between us. I shook my head thinking about telling the truth and breaking the promise that I made only for Daniel's benefit or letting it go. But I guess it's a little too late to forgo the topic itself. "I don't know, I don't want to hurt you by telling you the truth," I said, procrastinating to speak or let go. Daniel smiled, ruffling my hair as he used to when we were younger. "I don't think anything
Jayce It's been a year since that night, and after that night seeing Rachel so happy with someone else, I haven't made any attempt to contact her even though I know where she is but It's sad that even I was so badly searching for her everywhere, I can and now when I know where she is, still, I can't attempt to talk to her. I guess I'm happy at the fact that even without me being a part of her life, she is happy, even if it hurts me that someone is not me but someone other than me. I sighed, making my way inside the restaurant today is a big day for my sister and I don't want to ruin it for her, by looking so fucked up. So I plastered a smile on my face even if it's fake, it works for me. Today she is going to introduce me to her boyfriend, whom she has been talking with me for so long, praising him like a demigod or some other, well I don't care who he is. If he hurts my sister he'll for sure get hurt. I entered, only to find the one that I'd avoided sitting with him. It's been a
Rachel Alone in the living room of the place that holds some precious memories of my life. I don't know, but after being away for so many years from here, this place somehow makes me feel nostalgic. Time seems to have stopped here, as I looked around nothing has changed here so far, everything seems as if it has been years ago. Maybe that is one of the reasons I don't have the heart to leave, even after hearing Jayce's scolding so much. I moved around slowly inspecting every inch of it. Somehow it seems weird for me to see that Jayce is still stuck in the past but then I look at myself and notice he is not stuck in the past. I sighed moving further into the room where I used to live before setting up my apartment. And surprisingly everything is the same here too, the place seems clean, just everything is where I placed it the last time I was here. Watching all this more and more questions pop into my mind. I don't know what to do, about the situation here, Jayce closed himself in h
Jayce "Are you sure that guy is your brother," I asked Rachel, standing outside her home? "You both don't have any similarities at all." "Half brother," Rachel corrected. "And, trust me, he is a good guy, he loves Grace, and I have seen how his face shines whenever he is with her, or talking about her," "I trust you, but that doesn't mean I trust him." "I know you are like a father to her, maybe that you think like that," Rachel said, smiling at me. "And it's better if you meet him yourselves than standing here questioning me." I nodded, making my way inside the house. "Welcome, took you both long enough to be back," just upon entering Daniel presented both of us with a suspicious glance, acting like a father, who caught his daughter messing around with a random boy. WTF, who does he think he is judging when he is dating my sister? If it wasn't for Rachel, I would kick his ass hard to never sit again. "Daniel, no need to be so nosy," Rachel said, punching her brother's arms play