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 by the waiter's voice, who had two handfuls of plates, placing them both in front of me. "Our best and all-time favorite by the best,"
"Isn't it too much for just me," I said, looking at the amount of food?
"Nah, just have a bite, and who knows you, might want some more,"
"Anyways, what is this dish called?"
"It's one of our originals, and a bestseller, if you're so interested why you don't talk to the maker and creating of this,"
I nodded, taking a spoonful of food, and was surprised by the flavors of its contents. I closed my eyes and a moan slipped unconsciously from my mouth as the food melts in my mouth.
Damn, this is the type of food I would've liked to devour, but no one can satisfy my standards or needs regarding the type of food that I want.
Sometimes being a chef comes with pros and cons of its own. I don't know or speak about others but for me personally, cooking day in and day out and being around food sometimes gets so much that at one point I can't even make myself a bite. At least for the very beginning of my career at one point, it became so much that I don't know how I discovered my eating disorder. While everyone in life loves and devours my food, I can't even bring myself to take a bite.
I guess that's why from time to time I started going out eating somewhere where someone else cooks for me, at least that way I can taste and learn something more while getting some food in my system.
I smiled, remembering a vivid memory of the past of how one day when I waiting in a restaurant for food, came angel landed right on top of me and in my lap, that was the first time I met Rachel, without knowing the fact that after that day she is going to someone very precious, and close to heart.
Until the day when she left without even a goodbye, and till this day I'm trying to find her, just so I can clear any misunderstandings and hard feelings between us. But…I sighed; Rachel is nowhere near me.
"So, where is the created of this masterpiece," I said, looking at the waiter standing in front of me
"We're so sorry but just as I was going to call her, she seems to disappear without any notice," the waiter replied, staring anywhere but at me.
"But why..," I asked. I wanted to meet the master behind this masterpiece.
"I don't know but that's how sometimes Rachel is..,"
"Wait, Rachel…." Did he mention Rachel, or something else?
"Yeah, it's one of Rachel's original," He said, this time with a smile.
"How long has Rachel been working here and do you have any pictures," I said, hoping for it to be true.
"A year or so later, she works at night only, and her home is around the corner," he said, rippling in the direction of her home. "But why are asking,"
I smiled with hope in my eyes. Maybe after a long whole year, I truly can find Rachel, but it is dangerous how this waiter shares her address with a stranger like me. "Thanks and don't share any women addressed to random strangers, it might be dangerous," I said, tipping the waiter a heavy amount before leaving with the hope of finding my Rachel after all this time.
"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you."
I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter.
God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me personally, showing me the other side of her personality, the one she hides behind her professionalism.
Damn, I'll never forget the day, when we came out of the restaurant; my arms were wrapped around my waist with her ankle sprained, as we were walking towards the parking lot.
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"You can leave me here,"
I looked at the girl in her arms who a few minutes ago seemed to be in so much pain but now I look at her acting so strangely.
"I can drop you home if you want," I said, in an attempt to help her, but in reply, she gave me a stinging look.
"No, I'm fine," she said, trying to separate herself from me. But cried in pain as my arms were a little away from her waist.
"Yeah I can see, let me hail a taxi."
"I'm fine," she shouted this time fully separating herself, walking away in an uncomfortable weird manner because of the pain.
She then stopped, sighing loudly, not moving but just staying still.
I walked towards her, and as I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, my attempt made her startled as she quickly wiped her face.
I don't know for sure but she was crying.
"Let me help you," I said, as softly as I can.
"Why don't you just leave?"
"I can't," my words came in shock t OK both her and myself, I don't even know why am I doing this, she is no one to me, I don't even know her name, but still I don't have the heart to leave in so much pain, I don't know why but I have never felt protected towards any woman other than my sister.
"And why," she asked, giving that sting look again.
Well, I can't say that I felt protective towards her which might ruin any chances to help her. "Because I can't leave my employee here alone in pain."
Again the stink eye, "I don't work for you,"
"You do actually," I said, tightening my grip on my waist. "The restaurant where we met in mine,"
"Wait," she shouted, pushing my chest to separate us both and resulting in falling to the ground. "Shitttttttt,"
"You okay," I asked, crouching down beside her, checking her for any wounds. "Are you a fool, you could have hurt seriously," I shouted, annoyed even though I wanted to, I sighed trying to calm myself?
"You want me to help you, Fine," I said, calling for a taxi. "I have got a taxi, you go alone."
"Wait," She tugged my arm as I was about to leave. "I don't want to be rude, it's just that…..,"
She hid her glance avoiding looking at me. "I don't have a home to go,"
"What do you mean?"
"I was house hunting for a while, but couldn't find anything fit on my budget," she sighed.
"Where were you leaving until now," I asked, not trusting her words.
"With my boyfriend, but then he decided to cheat on me and we broke up and now I've lost my job too,"
I don't know what to say or do about her situation but the thing is I can't leave her here alone.
"I might regret it later," I mumbled.
Staring at her face, I don't know why but she seems familiar even though this is the first time I am meeting with her. Someone who was the very reason for me to be who I am now, a better version of Jayce.
Maybe that's why I don't have the heart to leave her here alone with her ankle sprained.
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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
Rachel "Baby, you can't be serious right now?" I said, wiping the excess water from my mouth. "I mean, no one is stopping us," Jayce smiled, tracing his thumb gently but seductively over my lips. "What about taking one step at a time," I replied. "Taking things slowly," "I know, but it's never too late to plan things first," Jayce wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer to him. "So, what do you think about having two or three, maybe four?" "How about focusing on Grace and her baby first," I pushed his body away, separating him from me. "And don't forget what we promised to Grace and Daniel." Jayce sighed loudly, giving me a sad but cute face. "You're so cruel," "Let's go," I pulled his hand while walking to the car. "So, what do you think a pregnant woman likes to eat?" "Why are you asking me? I'm the wrong person to answer that question. Ask your brother if he is a doctor," Jayce sounded annoyed as he mentioned Daniel's name. "Surgeon," I corrected. "Let's bu