Lovino Vargas was one of New York's top rated chefs. He had given so much to be where he was now. He hadn't gone to a fancy culinary college. He spent his college funds opening up a little restaurant on a street corner. He stayed up late and woke up early, working so hard to perfect the menu that would hopefully make him successful. He knew it would be a long road ahead. It would take a long time for this tiny restaurant to pay off. He hired people who were just as passionate about this little place as he was. He knew that all the late nights, all the money he had spent, and all the hard work would pay off eventually.
One thing Lovino Vargas had never expected, however, was for a bright, smiley Spaniard to walk into the doors of his tiny restaurant and turn his life upside down. It all started when one of the main chefs decided to quit. He had found a better paying job and decided to take it. Lovino was happy for him, but it meant that he'd be the only chef for a while. He had searched everywhere, looking for a replacement, but he always came back empty handed.
It was rather late at night, all of the workers had left. Lovino was left alone to clean up the dishes and close up the place. He was deep in thought, scrubbing a small plate that had been used to serve garlic bread earlier on that night. He heard a quiet knock on the door, which was rather peculiar. He peeked his head out of the kitchen, trying to see if someone was trying to break in.
A man, who seemed to be of the same age, was standing there, pointing at a sign that stated that the restaurant was looking for a cook to hire. Perhaps this was Lovino's last hope? He couldn't run this place all on his own; he couldn't possibly be the only cook in there. Their restaurant had become successful, the traffic flow there was rather hard to contain even with two chefs working their hardest. Lovino made his way over to door and opened it. "I hear you are looking to hire another chef?", said the man. Now that Lovino was closer he could fully examine him.
He had stunning deep, green eyes. His hair seemed to be perfectly curled, laying just the right way. His skin was tanned and it suited all of his features beautifully. Lovino nodded slightly and the man extended his hand, offering Lovino to shake it. "My name is Antonio Carriedo, and I believe I might be just the man you're looking for." Lovino went in for the shake, holding the man's hand firmly. Suddenly, Antonio's hand seemed to become warm and moist. Lovino pulled his hand way immediately, examining what disgusting residue had been left from that awful hand shake. He glanced at Antonio, giving him a puzzling look. All Antonio said was, "Oh. Sorry. I hope you aren't allergic to mayonnaise." Lovino was absolutely puzzled. Mayonnaise? On his hands? What kind of monster does that. Lovino wiped the mayonnaise off his hands and onto his pants, desperately wanting to get the feeling of the lukewarm condiment to leave his hand forever.
Lovino looked at Antonio. "Mayonnaise? Really? What kind of sick bastard are you?" Antonio looked slightly sorry; he must have had this issue often. "Sorry," the Spaniard said, "I have a... condition." Lovino, clearly speechless, manages just a few simple words. "You're hired." Antonio grinned from ear to ear. He got the job! He'd been laid off from his previous job just days before. He worked in the produce section of a Walmart.
It didn't pay well, so he wasn't too bummed about it. Nonetheless, he needed a job desperately. He couldn't survive without money. He wouldn't be able to afford a house, he wouldn't be able to eat- Oh wait. Nevertheless, Toni was glad to finally have a job again.
