Pinch of Nutmeg - Part 4
Pairing: Jensen × Reader
Word Count: 2900
The reader is a young and upcoming chef who takes up an opportunity in
Vancouver where she by chance befriends Jensen. After several
years apart and seeing each other at a convention. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.
Again, this is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment.
Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I
apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.
Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, editing, suggestions, and as always putting up with me.
Scott was anxious to get back to Vancouver. He had been on a tour of the restaurants in the States and had been busy with a few TV promotions. He arrived early to check on the kitchen and dining room. It was rumored that this site may soon be privileged with a visit by a Michelin star inspector. Although, he didn’t want to overthink it, everything had to be in exactly the right place. He was expecting to start this morning by working on a seasonal menu in order to give the restaurant that extra notch it needed.
He was walking through the dining room when something across the street caught his attention. An old competitor’s restaurant was being gutted out. “What is that?!” He yelled at his staff. “Why was I not informed?!” He demanded.
He became more furious when no one answered him. He ran his fingers through his wavy red hair. There was so much work he had to catch up on if he would even be considered for a star but a new competitor could jeopardize the entire process. He threw down his apron and headed out across the street to get a better look.
Although he had seen workers going in and out with materials, the windows themselves were lined with butcher’s paper so the public could not view inside. On one of the parchments was scrawled ‘The Spotted Zebra - Microbrewery and Eatery - Coming Soon.’ He scoffed at the name. On top of a new menu and a barely functional staff this was the last thing he needed.
He pulled at the door which was unlocked and walked in. Wood floor was being laid down, and a bar spanning the east wall with cabinets made from French doors. The workers seemed occupied and he walked through unnoticed. He continued to make his way to the back discovering part of an open kitchen and another portion hidden in the back. Although most was up and running, some appliances were being replaced and updated.
“No shit,” He said when he saw you working with another chef, writing down a recipe. You turned around and smiled. “Was it always your plan to stab me in the back?” He joked, relieved it was you.
“Scott!” You yelled ecstatic. “Took you long enough to find out, are you losing your edge?” You teased back.
“I should have had you sign a contract about becoming competition.” He said joyfully with a little bit of seriousness.
“Oh no, no, no. We are going to help each other.” He raised an eyebrow waiting to hear your scheme. “You see once customers realize your entrees that could fit on a spoon won’t fill them up, they’ll waltz on over here for some real food and wash away the guilt of spending too much money at your place with a beer.”
“That seems more parasitic than mutual.” Scott commented.
“But it’s not! Because those who start out here will have lowered their inhibitions and I’ll send ‘em your way to empty their wallets.” You played.
“When I said you’d come back to work for me, this is not what I had in mind.” He confessed.
“You gotta let me take flight, Chef… speaking of flights, come here.” you said leading him into the building where you had also purchased the first floor for the brewery.
You led him through the maze of fermentors and kettles. “I think I want to turn this wall to glass so customers can see the process.” You described.
You led him to a testing station. “We have a sour and a saison ready to go.” You said pouring them out into a couple small glasses.
“No bias in that decision, presumably?” He asked knowing they had always been your favorites.
“Of course not.” You smirked before sipping on the sour.
Scott’s brow furrowed as he caught a glimpse of Jensen walking down the sidewalk and into the other part of the building. “What’s he doing here?” He asked with a sense of urgency and protectiveness in his voice.