Random Bits of My Brain

Makeshift Cupid

A/N: Those who know me know I love cooking. I now have a lot of ideas for a 5 course meal. Once, my friend came over and I made an almost full meal and we were joking about how I could start a datering business, where I can cater for a single romantic date. And that's where this idea came from. 

Daphne Adams loves cooking. And baking. And helping others. But unfortunately, Ariadne, her mother, was 100% against her career choice. So, to prove she can handle herself, Daphne gets 3 years to earn $300,000. Or else, she'll have to resort to being the trophy wife of her mother's friend's son, a multi-billionaire.

Luckily, Daphne's friend, Adam Firenza, owns a catering business. And it just so happens that he owes her a favor...

So much can happen in 3 years. Daphne may fall short of $300,000, she may get hurt,and worst ofe all, she may fall in love.

Chapter 1: The Interview

Andre's P.O.V

I watched her walk in. Dressed in a fuzzy white sweater fitted over with a brown leather jacket, a mixed blue scarf and matching beanie, light blue skinny jeans, and brown leather high boots, she was the picture of warmth and Autumn. Her cheeks rosy from the cold acted as all the make up she needed. Stepping in, stomping her feet a little, and shivering, she waved at the coffee boy at the counter and winked. Nodding in acknowlegdement, he started making a cup of coffee. 

I spied her searching the room. When she spotted me, she nodded politely and headed over.

"Hello." Her voice was cheerful but toned down a little. "My name is Daphne. I have some questions before hand and some homework for you if you don't know the answers."

Realizing I was just staring at her blindly, I shook my head a little. "Oh yeah. My name is Andre. And uhh, go ahead with the, uhhh, questions."

"Okay," she nodded. "So first ques--oh thanks, Ty." She had cut off when the coffee boy came over with a steaming cup of chocolate-smelling coffee. She gave him a bright smile to which he replied with a half smile. Leaning towards me, she said in a hushed voice,"he should really smile more. Anyway, my first question is, does she have any alergies?"

Thinking back to my precious Pearl, I shook my head. "No, I don't think so."

Scrunching her nose up, Daphne said,"what kind of boyfriend are you?! How can you not even know her allergies?!"

Blushing, I replied,"I haven't known her very long..."

Rolling her eyes and pursing her lips, Daphne exclamined,"well then get to know her!"

Frowning and narrowing my eyes, I reminded suspiciously,"aren't you just supposed to cater?"

"One sec,"Daphne murmured, rummaging through her bag. "Here.'

Smacking down a pamphlet with multiple courses on it and the words "Makeshift Cupid" across the top, Daphne declared,"I not only cater, I also act as cupid and I can help convince the girl of your dreams to love you."

Picking up the pamphlet, I flipped through hesitantly. There were pictures of Daphne cooking with a smear of flour across her forehead, Daphne holding hands with a guy, and Daphne talking to a girl who was staring longingly at a guy in the distance. 

 "I can help with every facet of your love life!" she declared cheefully. Studying her smile, I realized that Daphne had a single dark freckle in the corner of her smile. 

Reading through the packet, I absentmindedly asked,"have you ever fallen in love?"

When I was met with silence, I looked up in surprise and saw Daphne looking down with a generous blush spread across her face. "More times than I can count," came her unexpected reply. "Business like this is dangerous to my heart."

Frowning, I asked,"have you ever fallen in love with a customer?'

Smiling sadly, she said,"yes."

Leaning forward, interested, I probed,"and has he ever felt the same way?" 

Pursing her lips, she said,"yes. But I managed to fix his head. He only thinks he loves me because I helped him. The truth is, he was just thankful. Thank god that delusion was crashed." She shook her head in relief at the end.

Leaning back, I thought how can she continue this when she's continuously getting hurt? 

Shaking her head slightly, Daphne said, "anyhoo, appetizer is a light salad with a balsamic vineagarette dressing, main course is pasta with a basil pesto sauce, it's both classy and delicious, and desert is chocolate cremeux with raspberry jelly. Sounds good?"

I nodded and Daphne smiled and started shuffling her papers. "Okay then. Well, Andre, it was nice meeting you." Shaking her hand a single time, I stood up too. 

"Likewise, Daphne, likewise."