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not me writing you a whole ass chef!cal wip bc i didn’t have any cal in my wips 🤡 everything and anything for you baby!! ✨
Your legs lazily dangled against the industrial steel cabinets, your keels tapped the steel in the same rhythm as his knife did the wooden board.
The restaurant was silent in the night, all its guests long gone, the jazzy music died down and only the kitchen was lit up indicating that she still had two more guests to entertain. The soft sizzling of the garlic in the pan, the nutty fragrance of the garlic meeting the olive oil filled the room as you gazed upon the man standing next to you, stirring the finely chopped garlic around.
He was still in his white uniform, he always was when you left work and came around the back entrance of the kitchen as the guys were about to close up. The fabric almost clung around his biceps, moving in the same, almost melodic way, as the man chopped his vegetables or stirred his pots. Watching him work, seeing him do what he loved best, made the world almost move at a slower pace. It was almost like the whole world around you also held its breath, only releasing the air when he got out of his cooking trance when he needed to wait for the water to boil, the cheese to broil.
“How was your day today, sweets?” His voice woke you up out of your own little trance and for a few seconds you didn’t know how to reply. A smile crept up on Calum’s face as his lips pressed a little kiss on your nose when he reached for the parmesan cheese, sitting next to you. “Sorry,” you mumbled shyly, “you know how much I love watching you cook.”