Sorry, but just today we have started this fic. Sorry again.

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Mr. Cooker - Chapter 1 - My Own Job

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My daily routine is always the same. Weeks and Weekends, what's the difference?
I'm a woman with 31 years old and I'm Australian. I'm single and my job is waiter. I always wake up, have a shower, have dressed, and have breakfast. Before go to the restaurant I brush my teeths. In the restaurant I dress a apron. The cookers turn on the fire and start cooking. Mr. Andrey is a cooker and got one start Michelin. My dear boss let me smoke a little before work. At lunch people start coming and I start my work. "Here it is." "What about this piglet?" "Want something else?" "Here is the check." In the afternoon Andrey give me a amazing dish and I eat it with all the pleasure. In the evening I countinued working and at midnight I eat my dinner and go home.
Today the things change.
-Hey, Anna, Andrey is ill?
-What?
-And now?
-Ahhh...
-People. It's ok. Listen me. - Boss arrived the room. Ok. You, Charlie, boss the other cookers. Anna, cook with them.
-You, Anna. Cut the onions and the corrots. Liu cook the sauce. Chase do the...
Ahhh... And now? Cook, cook... ok, accept it. I'll do my best.
3 minutes next...
-I've finish.
-Ok, you. Pick the recipe of the opcional dish and cook it.

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-Done.
-How many?
-Twenty plates.
-I'll taste one!
-Ok...
He taste it and he's words finish. He open the mouth:
-Amazing. So tastly. I love it. I'll talk to boss, you'll be cooker, you're an awesome!
He hug me, kiss me, make a party... but me... I don't know if this is my destiny.