Cooking with Heart and Soul (Kellic One-Shot)

Cook with Heart and Soul

Note: Hey everyone! This is a story I wrote for my English class (English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there's some mistakes) my teacher told me to write a story and I tought it would be fun to write some fanfiction of these two <3 I really liked the result so, i decided to publish it.

(You can read the spanish traslation on my profile)

I hope you like it, because I wrote it with my heart and soul!!!

Love ya!

-Cata

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-Everybody, get out of here!

In that moment, every person in the kitchen started to move quickly.

Nobody could say "no" to that order. They were used to it. Every night, the main chef screamed that words and the rest of the employees had to obey.

In just a few minutes, the kitchen was empty, except for the tall man that remains in the middle of the room, in front of a big pot and with lots of the best ingredients around him. He checked that he was alone before beginning...

First, he took a head of garlic in his hands and smelled it, he took a knife and start chopping very skillfully. When the garlic was completely chopped, he put it inside the pot and did the same with the onions, the potatoes, the carrots, the red peppers and other ingredients. Then he turned on the stove in its higher capacity. Finally, he took a little bag that he always carried inside his pocket. It contained a white powder, it was shining, just like glitter, but that strange substance did not have any flavor or smell. To human eyes it looks just pure and precious, and for this chef in special, that powder was more precious than his own life.

He put a little of that powder in the sauce he was cooking, the most famous and delicious of the world, although he always tried to use just the necessary quantity, the bag was almost empty. The man stared the bag and swore.

Suddenly, somebody opened one of the doors and got into the kitchen.

The chef reacted fast and hid the bag in his pocket again. Fortunately, he had just finished the sauce. He stared at the person in the door, the man in front of him looked upset, like he'd seen a ghost. That fact disturbed the chef, because he known that person, and he knew that he doesn't got upset very easy. He always look bored, or like he doesn't give a shit.

-What the hell are you doing Oliver? You know that is forbidden to bother me when I work. - said the chef staring to the man with an aggressive look. Maybe he was surprise because the expression of the dishwasher, but that doesn't mean that he wasn't upset too for had being interrupted.

-the boss sent me...- said Oliver. He hasn't recovered his neutral and bored face of everyday. He looked very worried and even scared– he wants to see you. He said that you were late with the sauce.

Oliver stopped talking. He just stared to the pot full of sauce that was heating right in front of him, and to the despicable person that cooked it. He frowned and thought that life was not fair. That idiot could have everything just for mixing some stupid vegetables and smiling, and showing his beautiful blue eyes and his black hair, and treating everyone like trash, and always looking so elegant, and arrogant, and perfect.

He just couldn't handle it. Every night the idiot ordered to everyone leaves the kitchen just because he thought that his sauce was very special and somebody could steal his recipe. Oliver thought that all that stuff of "the greatest chef in the world, with the magical recipe that everybody loves and nobody knows how it's done" was just bullshit and a desperate try to catch the attention of all the newspapers in the country.