Chapter 81: Let Them Talk
The morning buzz of the Frenchies and Fries kitchen was alive with the clatter of pans, the hiss of steam, and the rhythmic chopping of knives.
Hunter walked in, the faint aroma of freshly baked bread mingling with the tang of herbs and spices.
Marcus, the second chef, stood at the counter, expertly kneading dough for flatbread while simultaneously watching a pot of creamy soup simmering on the stove.
Hunter rolled up his sleeves, walking toward the workstation. "Morning, Marcus. Need a hand?"
Marcus glanced up, his expression brightening. "Hunter! Wait, you got the job? I'm mean, how could you not when you're that good. Congratulations," Marcus said and Hunter waved it off.
"Thank you. I'm really glad to be working with you. Let's work?" he said with a wink and Marcus grinned.
"Yeah, very good perfect timing. I was just about to start prepping the roasted chicken for today's special," he said looking at Hunter with a smile.
Though he didn't like that Hunter was more handsome with those sparkling blue eyes of his, he liked that Hunter was easygoing and knew what he was doing.
He had known Hunter would get the job after tasting Hunter's special two days ago when he came for the interview.
Hunter nodded, winking at Marcus. "Let me handle that," Hunter said, grabbing an apron.
"You need to stop winking at me, Hunter. I'm not a lady and neither am I handsome," Marcus said and Hunter laughed.