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Oct 27, 2020 4:54 PM
herbs and lotuses, foodie au
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"Are you working the food truck by necessity, or by choice?"

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"As opposed to...what?"

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"Would you prefer a restaurant job, or are you happiest as your own head chef?"

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He thinks about it.

"...I was a prep cook for a little while. But I'm kinda...bad...at hierarchy. And – even if I work my way up — somebody else is still directing, you know? I...like the art part. The weird experiments part. Where you get to point at something and say 'look, that was my idea'."

 

"So — I guess...I like being my own thing."

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"I won't insult you with a job offer, then."

 With that apparently settled, he returns to working on his creme brulee.

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—what.

That's a way better result than he expected.

He tries not to point the grin directly at peach guy while he struggles to retrieve his professional face.

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"You should get a better dairy supplier, though," Peach Guy adds. "Where did you buy this, Costco?"

(The word "Costco" has never been uttered with such disdain.)

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“...maybe,” he says, unsure if this is something he should be ashamed of and getting halfway there just in case.

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"Find somewhere better. It's crème brûlée, it should showcase the crème."

He's still eating it, though.

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He nods.

“My fruit person might know a guy.”

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...slowly, a possibility begins to occur to him.

 

“Have you just been fucking with me?”

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"...what about?"

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“Buying my loan? Offering me a job?”

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"I'm not offering you a job, I told you that."

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“Just the other thing, then.”

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"Oh. No, I'm not fucking with you."

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“...this is probably gonna take me a second to process. But, uh — thank you. Like — really — fuck, I don’t even know what to say about this, I’m just gonna ramble like an idiot...”

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Mr. Peaches waves his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. It's in my own interest to have more places I can eat."

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He nods.

 

“...I’ve gotta open this thing soon, but, uh...what happens now?”

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Shrug. "I'll let my money people know. I imagine you'll get a phone call, or a letter, or something. I don't handle that end of things myself."

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“I should...give you a card or something?”

This is so weird.

He rifles through his pockets until he finds a rubber-banded bundle of business cards, one of which he offers to peach guy.

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Peach Man accepts it gracefully.

"Excellent, thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, you have food to prep, and I have a hotel to find."

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He nods.

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“—what’s your name, anyway? Pretty sure I didn’t ask.”

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"Jean," says Mr. Peach, leaving open the possibility that his last name is in fact Peach, before disappearing into the night.

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