"WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?" Someone screams from inside the kitchen and I think oh my god I know that voice. My heart literally stops beating.
"BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T COOK IT!"
It's him. He's one of the oldest memes. He's also an Australian chef, but no one really cares about that part.
It's Gordon Ramsay.
He comes out of the kitchen and I die. That's it, I think, my soul has left my body and I'm in Heaven now because this man is an actual Angel.
"Zoey, right?"
"Yeppers, that's me."
"If you want to work in my kitchen you'll never say that again."
"Okay, um, sorry−" I stutter.
"I'm Gordon Ramsay, and I'll be showing you around." He opens the double doors that lead into the kitchen. "Follow me."
He's not that much different in person. Except he's a lot shorter than I thought he was. He's wearing an apron, and now that I think about it I've never actually seen him without an apron. Does he wear it all the time? Does he wear it to bed? Does he wear it when he goes grocery shopping? Does he−
"Zoey! What the hell are you thinking about that is distracting you so much?"
My face goes completely red.
"Nothing."
