EXTRA STORY: Tammy & Luke

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A few years after graduating from Sucre Culinary Academy and University, Tammy decided to travel to Paris, France to study French techniques. So she packed up, said her farewells, and got on the next plane out of the United States.

It has been two years since she's been living in France and everything is as great as ever. She is currently an assistant chef at a popular French restaurant called, Pour Le Ventre, which translates to For the Belly. The restaurant specializes in vegetarian cuisine with a French twist. Tammy has been learning a lot, but something was missing. She wanted to find love, which was ironic since she was in the city of love itself.

Before leaving for Paris, she broke it off with her long-term boyfriend, Luke, saying that she didn't want to do long distance. From then on, no one ever managed to grab her attention the way Luke had. Sure she's been on dates, but there's been no second or third time around.

She sighed as she stood in front of the Eiffel Tower and stared at the twinkling lights. All around her people were walking around taking pictures, kids were excitedly talking to their parents, and couples were happily holding hands and smiling. Tammy stared at them wistfully. Sometimes she wondered what would have happened if she didn't break it off with Luke. Would their relationship worked? The entire reason why she broke it off with him was so that he didn't hate her if things started to go sour.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw the name across her screen: Riley. She smiled and picked it up.

"Hey, Riley. What's up?"

"Hi!" Her best friend's voice sounded in her ear. "Just calling to check in. How are you?"

"I'm doing well," Tammy laughed. "But why do I get the feeling that this isn't the only reason why you called?"

"You caught me," Her friend laughed from the other end. "I wanted to let you know that Luke is in Paris right now."

"What? How?" Tammy asked.

"For a job I'm guessing. I don't know. I just heard it from Aaron," Riley said. "Anyways, I got to go. Aaron is telling me to go help him in the kitchen. I'll talk to you later!"

After Tammy finished talking to Riley, she took one last look at the Eiffel Tower and continued walking to her apartment. Luke being in Paris was not going to change anything.

The next day, Tammy was in Pour Le Ventre's kitchen when the head chef, Anne walked through the back door talking with someone.

"Next I would like you to meet our assistant chef, Tammy," She said causing Tammy to turn around. Oh how she wished she didn't turn around because her eyes were staring into a pair of familiar sapphire blue eyes.

Luke laughed. "Oh we're already very familiar with each other."

Chef Anne raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, then that just makes my job easier. Tammy show him the ropes." Anne turned and started prepping ingredients for a few dishes at a nearby station.

There was a few minutes of silence as the two of them stood there slicing lemons for today's dessert. "So this was why you are in Paris?" She asked.

He let out a low chuckle. "Believe me, if I knew you were working here too, I would have found someplace else."

She knew she deserved it, but that stung. "Then find someplace else."

"And risk my entire career as a chef? No way. We're stuck with each other whether we like it or not."

They didn't talk for the rest of the day other than for relaying formal instructions or whenever Anne asked them something about the other.

Tammy got out of the restaurant at around 11:00 after cleaning up. She turned the corner and continued walking down the familiar lit up streets passing cafes and antique shops. She was just about a block away from her apartment building when she got pulled down a dark alley with a hand on her mouth muffling her screams.

"Be quiet, girly," A gruff voiced said spraying his sour breath all over her face. "Let's have a little fun, shall we?"

She desperately shook her head and kicked, but it was useless. She was restricted. Tears were streaming down her face. Help. Anyone. Please.

Then, she heard footsteps and the attacker's grip on her arm loosen as he was punched back by her rescuer.

"Are you okay?" Luke asked running up to her after knocking the old man out cold. "You're not hurt right?"

She shivered. "I-I'm fine." She looked at him, tears still falling from her eyes. "Thank you so much," She sniffed.

He silently took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Where do you live?"

"About a block away."

"Let's go," He picked her up and carried her down the direction she was pointing. She didn't even bother fighting his hold. She just stayed there breathing in his familiar scent. Oh how she missed this. If he hadn't been there, then... She buried her face in his shirt. She didn't even want to think about it.

"Thank you, Luke," She said when he dropped her off in front of her doorstep.

She fished out her keys and unlocked the door. "And," She started to say with her hand on the door handle. "I'm sorry"

"Wait," He said grabbing her other hand.

She quickly turned around and met his sapphire blue eyes. What he said next brought her to tears.

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