ANCHOR, SHIRT, NEWS (9/23/19)
So this is the first of (maybe) a few drabbles that I'm going to do based on this post. I don't have the stamina for a full fic, but I couldn't get Chef!Flint out of my head... so here we go.
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Flint walked in and sat at the meeting table. This was the first close-up look Silver had gotten of the infamous monster-ahem-master chef.
He remembered seeing photos of Flint circulate as every 9 o'clock news anchor raked him across the coals. Severe scowl, arms crossed, always in a structured black chef's coat and trousers--looking like a bond villain.
This wasn't that guy. This guy was ass-tight dark jeans, a soft, gray sweater, and a white t-shirt. He was spiky, messy red hair, neat beard, and sexy green eyes. People shouldn't fear him, they should want to fuc--
That's it, Silver thought, that's the show.