both pause, upon entering the kitchen. Chef takes an awkward breath.
âKat, this is your new sous chef, Zachariah. Zach, this is pastry chef Kat McClaire.â
âNice to meet you,â he nods. I feel my jaw hang open, and a tingling sensation accumulates in my chest. Chef raises his eyebrows and gestures towards the change room, intent on continuing their tour. And then, theyâre gone.
I go through the rest of my shift with a mix of barely contained anger and hopelessness, then dart into the change room, hoping to get out of there as fast as possible.
âHey, Kat?â Jeremy peeks his head of shaggy hair.
âGeez! You scared me,â I say, holding my shirt in front of my chest, barely contained by a worn sports bra. I turn around to finish putting it on. âI canât stay late. Iâm already changed.â
âNo, I just wanted to say, Iâm sorry you didnât get the job.â
âOh. Well, yeah. Me too. I guess I shouldnât be surprised.â
âYeah, I guess. Hey, since you and I wonât be working together anymore.â
âYes?â I say, intimidatingly.
âWell... aww, never mind.â
âWhat, Jer?â I say impatiently.
âOh, just... maybe you and I could hang out sometime?â
âHang out? Listen, Jer. The only way I would get involved with someone right now, is if they had some major money. Seriously.â
âOh. Okay.â
âSorry, that sounded harsh. Itâs just that my dreams have basically been crushed in the past few days. Iâm just not in the right head space.â
âOh,â he says awkwardly. âUh...â
âItâs okay. Never mind. Iâve got to go, anyway.â
âOkay, well. Sorry. See ya.â
âSee ya, Jer.â
On the way out, that older gentlemen is back at the bar, but without accompaniment. âHard day?â He asks, as Iâm almost out the door. Usually, I wouldnât give a customer of any kind the time of day, but something stops me this time. Perhaps the familiarity of this particular regular, or the desperate need for help. Or, maybe itâs his caring eyes.
âThatâs an understatement.â
âHmm. Iâm sorry to hear that. Youâre the pastry chef, arenât you? I love your Sfogliatelle .â
âYes, I am. Thank you. But, I may not be for long. Maybe, I donât know.â I laugh, distressfully.
âSounds like you did have a hard day. Would a drink take the edge off?â
âOh, no. Really, I need to be saving up my money.â
âOf course, I meant that it would be my treat, but I understand. Doesnât kitchen work pay the bills?â
âIt does, but Iâm trying to save up. Spend as little as possible.â
âI see. A woman with a plan. Good! May I ask what are you saving up for?â
âI want to start my own business. A restaurant. Just a small cafe, really.â
âHmm, an entrepreneur! Having trouble with loans, if you donât mind my asking? Iâm in finance.â
âYes! I am. Really. I didnât realize it would be so difficult to get that last little bit.â
âYou have the majority saved up, then?â
âI do. I work like a dog.â
âTsk. Good for you. Itâs reflects on positively on your character. You shouldnât have to, though.â He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. Stephano , but he introduces himself with his English name. âStephen. Maybe I could help. Give me a call sometime.â
âUh. Alright. Maybe. Thank you.â
âMy pleasure. I didnât catch your name.â
âKat.â
âKat. Lovely. Iâm serious. Think about it. I may be able to help you.â
At home, I turn his card over in my hand, but as a last ditch effort, decide to make another phone call. As someone who takes a lot of pride in hard work and independence, I really hoped it wouldnât have
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