#thiago.

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“   we   shouldn’t   ...   but   it’s   the   only   thing   i   can   think   about   .   ”

[thiagoxortiz]

@savsgrady

LOCATION: following devon's funeral FOR: savannah grady

THIAGO, QUITE FRANKLY, LOOKS a mess in contrast to the rest of the people here dressed in funeral attire. he's been in and out of the kitchen all day long while the rest of his staff is either over a stove or serving -- and he's already exhausted. and yet, he's still been making time amidst it all to socialize. check in with his people not just about the food, but how they were doing. because despite thiago not knowing the guy very well, he was close with many of the people who loved him. that, and he hadn't quite been able to shake the feeling in his chest that something was very, very wrong.

savannah. a friend. he's pulled out of his thoughts when he notices her across the way, breaking through the crowd of devon's loved ones to greet her.

" hey, sav. " thiago smiles warmly. he knows sav and devon were close as children, thus, he could imagine that this was an overwhelming time. " just wanted to check on you. you doing okay? "

[thiagoxortiz]

@josiexsinclair

LOCATION: following devon's funeral, outside of the venue FOR: josie sinclair

HE HAS JUST BEEN taking a second, putting some things that wouldn't be needed back in his truck. but, the fresh air feels too damn good to go back in just yet. the sound of the birds, the wind rustling in the trees is grounding amidst the adreneline that he's been feeling corseing through his body since the moment he set his feet on the floor. he can still hear julia's little voice in the back of his mind -- you look scared, daddy. why are you scared? even if he had denied it at the time, maybe his daughter was right. he was no stranger to funerals, considering that amidst the losses he had experienced in his life, they had buried his daughter's mother. but there were so many people who he had come to care about in that building, grieving someone who mattered to them all. if he could take away at least one worry, the food, he was happy to do it. thus, he wanted everything to be as perfect as it possibly could be.

but then his eyes fall on a figure in the distance, back pressed to the wall of the church. josie. and the closer he gets, back towards the parking lot -- he can see that she's crying. normally, he'd want to pulverise whatever made her cry, but he knows. he can understand it -- wanting to feel like you're holding on all day long, a pillar of strength because others need it, until it just simply becomes too much. thus, as he approaches he's gentle, making every effort he can not to scare her.

" oh, jo... "

even if he idles for a moment, unsure of what to do -- little time passes between the moment his eyes lock on her, and when he sits down at her side, offering arms for her to fall into. no judgement, just saftey. just a moment to have a pillar keeping her upright as she lets it all go.

" i've got you... i've got you.. "

he doesn't even take the time to process that he's holding her -- because the crush he's been nursing for months now is not what's important. what matters is that she needs somebody.

[thiagoxortiz]

LOCATION: the silver vine. FOR: open!

HOW LATE IS IT exactly? thiago doesn't quite know -- but he sent the rest of his staff home a long time ago. or again, at least it feels that way. he's been milling through paperwork, preparing to do some routine maintenance. the same work he had been doing since he was in his mid-twenties, it shouldn't take long. at least, that was what he appeared to be intent on telling himself -- every single time. julia was spending the night with her uncle as she so often did on a busy friday night. thiago had been smiling at a picture of his daughter watching nemo for what was probably the upteenth time on his way back to the office -- when he notices a figure outside the restaurant, completely stationary. does he dare open the door after devon's murder? call the police? none the less, they look familiar, none the less. he eventually makes the decision to make his way in the direction of the door, but just enough so he can see who it is. " hey, you good? " he questions, when he finally deems the decision safe enough. " we closed about an hour ago. "

[thiagoxortiz]

@drewxdeluca

LOCATION: the corner booth FOR: drew deluca

" wait -- you spent how much on fran's stream last week? "

THE QUESTION RINGS OUT in the air as he sits across from his friend, the mixed aroma of diner food dancing in the air -- coming from the mass of diner food positioned between the two of them. was this a common conversation between the two of them? perhaps. not that thiago necessarily minded, considering it gave him an excuse to talk about josie. he kept most of his feelings close to his chest, as if talking about them would cause something to go wrong. at this rate though, perhaps it was best that a friend intervene. " have you ever thought of just... talking to her in the hallway or something? probably much cheaper than blowing your entire grocery budget. " he was one to talk, considering how flustered he found himself getting around her roommate. he had literally bought her food from the resturant the night before. how more obvious could he get?

[thiagoxortiz]

@fvcknatalia

LOCATION: floor seven hallway. FOR: natalia estrada.

IN THE AFTERMATH OF devon's death, the police ruling it a homicide -- thiago feels like his life here that he'd established with julia has been jolted. and yet, he's well aware that he's not the only one. such a heavy loss of a good person rings out in the air. he didn't know how close his neighbor was to devon, but he had always liked natalia. he thought she was friendly, confident and charming in a manner that he could only dream of being. he had always been more reserved than some of the other folks that he knew in this building: calm, quiet and rarely ever talkative. it appears that both of them are on the same schedule today, considering both are nearing their doors. " hey nat... " thiago greats the woman with a nod, offering her a gentle smile. he knows randomly offering an extended hand in this time may seem suspicious, he didn't want to scare her. " how are you feeling... with all this? it feels like we're ships passing in the night these days. "

[thiagoxortiz]

THIAGO ORTIZ the THIRTY-TWO year old lives in ROOM THREE on FLOOR SEVEN. It is said that they have been here at Ellswick Tower for SIX MONTHS. The HEAD CHEF/OWNER AT THE SILVER VINE is said to be DEDICATED and SELF-CRITICAL which makes sense when you think about how they were a ACQUAINTANCE to Devon Carrington, who was just found dead.

TRIGGER WARNING: spousal loss, car accident, hospitals, death, drunk driver

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

name: thagio gael ortiz nicknames/alias: none, but will not say no to one if you do not work with him professionally

faceclaim: tommy martinez

age: thirty-two gender: cismale sexuality: bisexual date/place of birth: february 14th | paris, france currently: san varano, california

positive traits: dedicated, genuine, compassionate negative traits: self-critical, rigid, cynical astrological sign: aquarius archetype: the dreamer

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

thiago was quite literally born to be in a kitchen. his parents owned and operated a restaurant along the main streets of paris -- his father operating the business and front of house while his mother was the head chef and operated the kitchen: high school sweethearts who left their hometown in mexico so they could study fine parisian cooking in the center of it all. he spent his early years after school tugging on his father's leg when he was drowning in paperwork, and testing his mother's menu every season. what emerged was an appetite and an education-wise beyond his years.

he was the second of the two ortiz siblings, far more interested in the family business than his brother was. did this create some distance? perhaps it did. and yet, this never stopped thiago from loving and caring for his brother in his own way.

of course, culinary school was evidently on the horizon -- something he had always wanted. and yet, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something else for him out there. it was his choice to not open any of those doors. he moved forward with the only lifestyle he had ever known -- cooking. he's successful, with the same struggles as his peers next to him despite what some might consider to be his nepotism. he graduates not at the top, but very high in his class.

it's in this period of time when he meets the woman he thought he'd love for the rest of his life, ironically enough -- at his very first restaurant job outside of high school. she was the hostess when he worked on the line, and would often sneak her orders of truffle fries when the head chef wasn't looking. after dating for nearly two years ( even if he was truly honest with himself: he'd thought about rings in a fleeting way by month five ) engagement came, before the unexpected -- rebecca, his new fiancé, was pregnant. their ceremony is small and quiet to avoid the stress of planning. and yet, it's just as special.

of course, thiago was thrilled -- they were jumping into their future after all, but he hadn't anticipated this part. the decision to move to the states doesn't come very long after, eventually settling down in san varano, which is both close to her parents and his uncle ( also a chef ) and a new audience for his food.

rebecca goes into labor while he's behind the line of a rush at his uncle's resturant, the silver vine, that feels like it's never ending. he's twenty-six, and he's staring in the face of his daughter for the very first time -- the most perfect being in the world. they name her julia.

the next couple of years are a blur, as time does get away from onesself when they're raising a child. When julia is two, thiago's uncle announces his retirement and that he intends for thiago to take over the restaurant. he accepts, even if he knows that many of the chefs he's worked with for years will look at him differently. after all, he's building something.

but, his entire world come's crashing down when his wife doesn't come home from a visit to her parents. instead, thiago gets a call from the hospital. his wife was in a collision with a drunk driver -- and she died from the wounds she sustained. just before thirty, he was the owner of a restaurant that was climbing by the day in his leadership, a father of a toddler, and a widower.

he moves to the tower on the seventh floor six months ago after staying with his uncle, unable to keep living in their house -- where he hoped to spend the rest of his life. he just needed some time to get his feet back underneath him, so he could create a stable enough life for julia. she's now six year old -- sassy, confident and really beginning to come into her own.

although his uncle made the silver vine, thiago took it in a new direction -- helped it blossom into a new identity. he's a different man now: quieter. and yet, he's the closest that he's been to stable in a very long time. that is, until there's a death in the building he and his daughter have finally begun to call home.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

thiago is a bit more reserved than the usual head chef, but he knows when to command the room and the kitchen when he has to. he is full of adrenaline from the start of his day to the end of his day.

he's grateful to have such a positive relationship rebecca's parents -- who remain extremely active in their granddaughter's life after their daughter's passing. between the two of them and fedé, his uncle, thiago's grateful for the support system he's had as his daughter grows up.

thiago has a huge crush on josie, who lives a couple of floors below. it's a scary thing for him, considering all he's been through -- but he can't ignore how comfortable he is around her.

MORE TO COME.

[profanofeminino]

Espero que você não se vá Se eu não tiver nada mais para te contar.

Thiago Pethit.