๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐)
----๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ - ๐๐ก๐๐!๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
----๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ - ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ '๐
๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฒ' ๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ญ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
----๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ - ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐จ๐, ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ซ๐, ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ (๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ), ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
----๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐๐ซ๐๐๐
โโwc - 2.4k
----๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
----๐/๐ง - ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ๐, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ โ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ซโ (๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ ๐จ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐ง) ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ. ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐'๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ <๐ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ.
----๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ (๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ซ) ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ง๐!!(๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ)
<3
Abby was in an exceptionally agitated mood for most of the evening, but she believed, in her shoddy wisdom, that nobody could really tell.
โI swear to God if there is even a single parsley flake out of line, none of you are gettinโ outta here alive tonight.โ
ย โI need everything to be going 500% faster and, at least, 1000% more smoothly, assholes! Got it?!โ
ย โWhoever the fuck keeps chopping the carrots medium dice style instead of brunoise is getting their fucking face ripped off before dessertโs been sent out. Pull it together!โ
ย A shaky chorus of โYes, Chef!โsโ reverbed through the steely silver restaurant kitchen, bouncing on and off of the spotless appliances and shiny tiled walls, and meshing with the clangs!, shlicks!, and plops! that regularly sound in the back of Delicatesse.ย
ย Yeah, she was hiding it pretty well if she did say so herself.
ย No one could really blame her, though. Not with how badly she needed things to go exquisitely tonight.
ย And everyone knows how sorry she is for snapping and raising her voice and throwing things (theyโre all confident that tomorrow sheโll shuffle in with her hands clasped behind her back, head hanging towards the floor, eyes flitting from place to place spilling with hundreds of apologies and a box of syrupy treats for them all to enjoy until theyโve thoroughly forgiven her), because everyone knows that she honestly canโt help herself when it comes to pleasing you.
ย So, when half a month ago she had broken the news that you, her absolute favorite person in the entire galaxy, was going to be eating at the restaurant in a couple of weeks for your fifth โBest Friendiversaryโ, they kind of knew exactly what to expect from Chef Abby.
ย She had even put together a small team of her most talented subordinates to carefully craft a separate menu to be used specifically for tonight. Days spent tasting and testing various combinations of sauces and vegetables, grains and flavorful meats to ensure that your taste buds could never find an equal competitor.
ย She knew you better than anybody else did, of course, so after finalizing each dish, she could only count down the seconds leading to your arrival.
ย It didnโt matter if its entirety was a nightmare to prepare, as long as you could sincerely feel the affection emanating from each serving.
ย She needed you to love every diminutive detail, or she wasnโt sure what sheโd end up doing.
ย Chef Abby is much, much too busy clenching and unclenching her hands around the late afternoon air to even think about facing you right now.
ย Okay, sheโs definitely thinking about it. Sheโs probably spending an unsettling amount of time trying not to if sheโs being honest with herself.
ย She knew that you would search every inch of the kitchen for her once you finished your food, and she was beyond pissed at herself for hiding behind the building like a frightened kitten, but she just couldnโt take it.
ย You, amiable, kindly, lovely, you had arrived 10 minutes before dinner was set to begin. This wasnโt a problem considering that the team was completely prepared for your arrival hours ago, but it did mean that Abbyโs already teetering blood pressure reached an all time high after spotting you through the tiny door window.ย
ย A flicker of regret panged in the back of her head.
ย If she knew you would be wearing that dress, a sparkly, strapless little number that youโd definitely been saving for this exact occasion, she wouldโve begged you to curl up on your sofa with her and watch shitty horror movies until sunrise.
ย An incredibly devastating display, she found it. Watching you waltz out of line to your specially reserved table, in heels that made your calves look so damn pretty. And when you smiled up at the hostess after laughing at whatever sappy line she just fed you, Abby wanted to kick down the house entrance and hand feed you herself.
ย But, naturally, what she ended up doing instead was accidentally burning herself on a hot stove and going out for a smoke break immediately after.
ย Sheโd been pacing in the warm summer breeze for maybe half an hour now, and she didnโt see any end in sight.
ย Fuck, she needed a drink.
ย And you. She thinks that she very much needs to see you no matter how quickly her heart finds its way to her throat.
ย You think itโs supposed to be fish.ย
ย In fact, youโre pretty sure of it.ย
ย The lightly colored coating of orange and gold forming the crisp outer layer is familiar, inviting in the way it's positioned over a pile of cleanly-cut potato wedges, and flanked by three other pieces just like it.ย
ย But considering the last three courses that were served (each a more troubling, but certainly delicious fanciful โdeconstructionโ of a totally normal, totally acceptable, already amazing dish than the next), caution wasnโt entirely off of the table for now.
ย So, when you pick up your fork and knife, and slowly separate one crunchy hunk into two, the simple sight of pearly white cod meat almost makes you split your bottom lip in joy.
ย Abby was right. Fine dining really is its own โrussian dollโ experience. Chocked full with at least a thousand โwhat the fuck am I looking at?!โsโ before the main course has even been served.
ย Youโre only a little embarrassed when, after placing a fish/potato/tar-tar sauce amalgamation onto your tongue and chewing it eagerly, a soft moan followed by a surprised exclamation of โholy fucking fuckโ escapes from your lips.
ย You werenโt even aware that something so straightforward could be this good.ย
ย It was like biting through the most tender memories of childhood meals brimming with laughter and ease, and snacks quickly snatched from the kitchen cabinet when you were positive the churning hunger you felt from a 12-hour on call would have you nipping at your own arm for the smallest form of sustenance.
ย And yes, sure, maybe youโre venturing into overdramatics a little, but it truly tastes like the chef has transformed you into a malnourished zombie, cut their own frontal lobe out of their skull, and fried it in bread crumbs and cornstarch before gently setting it beside all of your favorite condiments and telling you to dig in.
ย You suppose, however, that even the act of lobotomizing herself for the sake of a happy customer wouldnโt be a farfetched task for Abby Anderson, who revealed to you that, in her earlier days as a chef garde manger, once spent 2 hours in the middle of January driving to the only Indian supermarket she knew would be open at 6 in the morning, and an additional 3 hours after that trying to get back before breakfast in spite of the insanely slippery ice covering the Seattle roads. All because some guest flying in from California had called the night before his reservation was set and let slip that he had always wanted to try jackfruit, and was disappointed to hear that they didnโt serve it.ย
ย He didn't even end up finishing his meal, telling the waiter that it was too chewy for his delicate teeth before sending it back and demanding a refund.
ย Abby had almost bit her tongue off when the waiter relayed the information to her,ย
ย but she was pretty certain sheโd do it again if it meant sheโd get just the slightest chance at helping to prepare something genuinely special.
ย ย And even though her station days are long behind her, and she can proudly call herself the Sous Chef of one of the most distinguished restaurants in all of Washington, Abby canโt get enough of the electric, tingling sensation in her fingers and cheeks when sheโs told a customer is more than sincerely satisfied.
Which is, you think, precisely, unfortunately, why she hasnโt come to see you yet.
The kitchen is one of those places youโve never been extraordinarily familiar with, so, when youโre led through the heavy double doors into what youโve always thought of as โAbbyโs domainโ, you feel yourself freeze up a little.ย
ย Itโs a lot of everything going on all at once, and while youโre definitely used to the chaos of a fast-paced workplace, something about these hastily moving bodies in white coats make you feel like an obstacle. Like one wrong step means toppling this delicate ecosystem.
ย Youโre happy to see a familiar face in the form of Manny, who youโd met before at the dingy old bar Abby held her 23rd birthday at. He expertly ushers you around the surfaces and corners making up the room, and gives you a sympathetic look when you request the whereabouts of one Abby Anderson.
ย โWell, she kindaโฆwent for a smoke and never came back? She was already a littleโokay, a lot fired up, so we thought it was best to let her chill out for a moment.โ
ย Ah, okay. That certainly explains itโฆ
ย โHuh. Well, then. Iโll be right back. Down this hallway and through the back, you said?โ
ย He gives you a nod and youโre promptly on your way, but not before thanking him and every other white hat in there for your unquestionably glorious dinner. Some of them smiled back at you and gave each other knowing glances, almost as if to say, โWe told her so.โ
The walk into the outdoors is a short one, and you catch sight of Abby, finally, after turning the corner and squinting your eyes a little, where sheโs pressed up against the red brick of the restaurant, burning cigarette clutched between jittery fingers.
ย Thereโs your girl, you think, and lift up a bottle of white wine ceremoniously (Youโd shoved it in your bag right before leaving, thinking that it could work as a little treat for you and Abby for the walk back to her place. This, though. This works, too).
ย โHey, stranger!โ
ย Abbyโs head shoots up. Her eyes are a little puffy and the skin above her neck is all rosy and flushed, but youโd say sheโs the loveliest thing youโve everย laid eyes on. She shudders a little when she locks eyes with you. Takes a deep breath and stretches to her full height once youโre in front of her.
ย She canโt fight the watery smile that makes it to her features when you pluck the cigarette from her hand and place it to your own lips.
ย โSoโฆyou come here often, orโโ
ย Abby erupts in laughter at that and pulls the wine from your grasp, unscrewing it and gulping down a mouthful of the stinging liquid.
ย โJesus, fuck. Thatโs atrocious. Whereโd you even get this?โ
โIt was like 90% off at the grocery store! Itโs, like, totally organic andโโ
โFuckin awful, is what it is.โ
โPfft. Go fuck yourself.โ
ย You breathe in, feeling the warm rush of nicotine move across your shoulders.ย
ย โSoโฆโ You start again, a little more hesitancy in your tone than before. It makes Abbyโs stomach spin.
ย โ...Youโre out here and not in there with everyone else because of?โ
ย You watch as she clears her throat and takes another hearty swig from the bottle.
ย When she turns to look at you, she thinks she might start crying.
ย Youโve got this look on your face that yells โYou could never make me love you any less.โ and suddenly, everything feels a whole lot smaller.
ย Iโm being stupid so fuckinโ stupidstupidstupidโ
ย โManny said youโd been out here for a while, and I wasnโt sure what โa whileโ meant? Like, 5 minutes or an hour orโโ
ย Everythingโs fine! Everythingโs literally perfectly fine, it all turned out great, so whatโs the problem?
ย โThis place is, like, a maze within a maze, you know that? Just goes round and round andโoh!โ
ย Youโre cut off by the slump of Abbyโs wide frame against your own. A comfortable, intimate happening, reminiscent of when the two of you would cuddle in your Queen bed after equally exhausting workdays. You adored when she held you close like this, but at the moment, it was just a tad concerning.
ย โYou alright there, chef?โ
ย A muffled โfuck offโ is heard from against your shoulder and she holds you even tighter. The cold glass container is nudged into your lower back. You place a hand in her too-tight braid and let it unravel against the stroke of your fingertips. A few contented groans against your form later, and Abby feels strong enough to face you once more.
ย โJustโฆwanted you to like it. Always just want you to like it. Wanted to make it perfect for you.โ
ย You let out a tiny laugh and she glares. Rather mildly, but itโs still a pointed stare.
ย โOh, honey. You got yourself all worked up over me? How flattering!โ
ย She rolled her eyes and turned away. Not that she didnโt love it when you teased her, but she was a little all over the place emotionally. You chased her with her hands, placing both arms around her waist and pulling her back into you.
โYou know, everything was spectacular, right? Like, Hollywood spectacular. I felt like I was in fuckinโ Ratatouilleโโ
โYouโre such a dickโโ
โ-which means that everything went so stupidly perfect. And I loved every little thing about it. So, really, the only thing you gotta worry about is how to top this next year, cause I have a few ideas.โ
ย She tilts her head back towards you, and you know youโve got her now.ย
ย โLike what?โ
โOkay. How aboutโฆโ
ย The wine bottleโs back in your hand, and, with a jerk of your head towards the open road, you spin around in front of her.
ย โ...you and I go back to your place, we get wildly drunk, and I tell you everything that was going through my mind tonight?โ
ย An almost shy gaze arises from the blonde and she looks down towards the kitchen entrance.
ย โLet me grab my things and then, itโs a date.โ
ย Before she can leave, though, she presses a single, sugary sweet kiss to the middle of your forehead.
ย โHappy Anniversary, sweetheart.โ
ย A grin from you.
ย โHappy Anniversary, honeybear.โ
thank u for reading! and welcome to my new blog <3
99 notes
ยท
View notes