It All Started With You (Third Book of IASWF) *ON HOLD*

Ch. 3⚪What Makes Me Happy...

~Chapter 3: What Makes Me Happy...~

♡Debbie's P.O.V♡

I pulled up to the address the Scooter had for me to meet this chef guy, I was partly excited because I have never met a real chef before, as crazy as it sounds.

The location was kind of sketchey and not put together, but Scooter knows him so he couldn't be to bad.. Right?

It looked like a old apartment complex with all different kinds of art work on the sides.

When I walked inside, I was immediately greeted by a wonderful aroma of cooking food but I can't detect what it was exactly.

"Halt! Who is that?"

I could have sworn I didn't make a sound.

I walked into this gorgeous culinary kitchen, it was black and blue, but it wasn't the color that I fell in love with, it was all the appliances.

"Umm, I'm Debbie, Scooter said we had a meeting," I walked closer to the island stove where this chef guy was cooking, he was stirring occasionally in this big pot.

He took the wooden spoon out of the pot and lift it to his lips to taste it. "Can you pass me the Italian seasoning?"

I looked for a moment before passing it to him, he had all the seasonings in front of him.

"Thank you." he put a few pinches of seasoning in the pot.
"Would you like some?"

I shrugged. "What is it?"

"Before you judge by how it looks, I recommend you to just eat it, looks are very deceptive,"

I shook my head. "Actually, I'm not hungry,"

"Figures, I couldn't expect you to know a thing about the art and design of cooking," he began to wash his hands.

I looked around, I must have the wrong place. "Sorry, I was looking for a chef that Scott Braun told me about, and that clearly can't be you,"

"Why? Because I'm not the person you thought I would be? Or is it because I'm not kissing your ass like the other men in your life?" he took my purse and sat it on the table.

I backed up. "You do know a damn thing about me,"

He laughed. "Put this on," It was a red apron.

I caught it as he tossed it to me.

"Take this chicken and make a dish that you could make without thinking,"

I took the chicken and begin to cut it into smaller pieces, two breasts but took the wings off and two thighs leaving the legs attached.

After I cut up the bird, I sat the pieces into a pot of water, sprinkled different seasoning on it and sat the pot on the stove top.

"Why do you want to be a chef?" the guy asked me after I finished with the chicken but I wasn't nearly finished with the meal.

"I just love to cook, it helps me forget about my problems," I reached for an onion that was sitting on the counter and began to cut it. "Can I please know your name?"

"Phoenix Grant, but people call me Nick. How long have you been cooking?"

I raked the chopped up onions in the pot with the boiling chicken. "Since I was five, but I was just cooking in a microwave, it wasn't until I was around nine that I started cooking on a stove. Can you get me the barbeque sauce?"

He handed me what I asked for.

*An hour later..*

I scooped up the chicken out of the pot and poured it on top of the rice.