Sage smiled and shrugged, “I should have known it wouldn’t be so easy.” Knowing Olivia well, Sage knew just about any response she would have to her words and like the prior, it was never a surprise. “Our fries are as good as ever, chef or no chef, I’m sure you’ll think highly of them,” she responded, brow raising at her ex before letting out a soft sigh. “Remember how we used to practically live off of them after school almost everyday,” she mentioned, laughing slightly at how things had changed in what felt like such little time.
Liv had developed a more sophisticated palette ever since she started working for her new boss, but she would trade every risotto and scallop in the world for one after school serving of fries with Sage. Life was easier back then, and it was why most people clung to nostalgia so much these days, and she wasn’t any different. “Will you eat them with me, then?” she asked with a sheepish smile. “Oh, what are the odds you guys have milkshakes back there, too? Dipping them in milkshake is heavenly, I swear to God.”
the bar was usually slow at this time and sage found herself fixing up some things around the place or experimenting new drink combinations behind the bar. she was passionate about where her career was heading but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy bartending when she could. she wiped down the counters, heading over to the side of the bar with a patron. “penny for your thoughts?” she chimed in, offering a smile with a brow raised. “or i could get you a refill, whichever you’d like.” @hocstarters
There was nothing more pathetic than spending your Saturday nights at the place where your girlfriend worked. Liv wasn’t even a fan of bars or public spaces, she was annoyed by people that she didn’t know, but it was calming scribbling down potential new recipes while watching Sage work. It reminded her of a better time. She looked up at her with tired eyes but forced a smile on her face. “They’d cost you at least a dollar,” she retorted “And I think I’m good on drinks, but how good is your fries? And remember I make food for a living, so my standards are kind of high.”
( KAYLEE BRYANT. SHE/HER/HERS. CIS FEMALE ) Did I just see ( OLIVIA EVANS )? This ( TWENTY-ONE ) year old ( CHEF ) has been living in Chicago for ( TWELVE YEARS ). Some say that they are ( FRIENDLY & HARD-WORKING ) as well as ( QUICK-TEMPERED & RESENTFUL ). If they had a theme song, some might say that it would be ( SUPERBOY AND THE INVISIBLE GIRL from NEXT TO NORMAL ). All I know is that I can’t wait to see what they bring to the Windy City.
@hocstarters
Olivia Evans may be the spitting image of her mother, but they share no blood relation. Liv was adopted by her parents at the age of two. It wasn’t something that was brought up often or that she ever cared to look into. As far as she’s concerned, her adoptive parents are her parents.
She took longer than most kids to speak and, even when she did start, she wasn’t as talkative. She enjoyed being left alone with her toys, humming quietly to herself. Her parents got her a speech therapist and took her to specialists but none of it helped.
In preschool, it became hard for Olivia to make friends. Other kids intimidated her and she liked her space. It took her time to bond enough with people to open up to them, but eventually she did.
By the time high school came around, she had gotten out of her shell a little bit. She even made some friends and found someone in particular that she liked as more than a friend.
She’d always been interested in both boys and girls, that much was clear to her, but it wasn’t something she would ever publicly say or even privately to her family. They were conservative people and every time Liv even considered telling them, she’d overhear them say something that made her change her mind.
The girl she was in love with asked her to Senior prom and Liv said yes in the spur of the moment, but as word got out that one of the girls was taking another girl to prom, the PTA protested-- her parents were outraged by the idea.
She let the girl take all the heat that came with the rumor and picked up her own pitchforks and torches to join in with the mob, it was better than being on the receiving end of so much hate.
She became closed off again after the prom incident and focused on getting into culinary school as it had always been her plan.
She moved out of her parents home to attend school and that’s when she truly found herself. She partied, dated girls and boys, stayed out late and did whatever the fuck she wanted. She shed the skin that her parents had carefully tailored for her and let her authentic self breathe.
She recently started working under one of her idols as a sous chef and the plan is to take over the restaurant eventually. She feels accomplished and free, except when her parents stop by and she has to pretend to be a good Christian girl again.
