The kitchen was filled with chaos and sticky notes. What the hell? Elvira wandered around, checking everyone’s activity. All were focused on just a specific dish at once.

No one was trying to make more than one dish at a time, nor were they trying to help out each other. Why are they so depressed? It’s just an event.

“Relax, buddy! Why are you so tense? It needs to go smoothly, and you need to be calm. Breathe calmly.” Elvira reciprocated the inhale and exhale of breaths calmly to her junior chef—a young man.

“Am I doing this wrong? Isn’t this how the cream goes? Did I mess it up? I knew it. Damn it! I messed up again.” The young guy started panicking even more, hearing her remarks. She shook her head in denial.

“I didn’t mean that.” She frowned, confusion crossing her face.

“El, you need to get started. Stop guiding him. I’ll see what’s wrong. Go!” Nate told Elvira with a hint of urgency in his tone.

“Yeah, okay, but why is everyone panicking?” Elvira asked, staring with her hazel doe-eyes at Nate.

“The event is grand. No mistake is acceptable. So, you need to be careful and quick.” He explained briefly and went over to the guy Elvira was talking to.

“This place is so weird,” she muttered, reaching her stall and checking out the two sticky notes with her orders.

“Uhmm... Raspberry pies are quite fancy,” she muttered to herself. “And what are these? Salmon rolls and swordfish steak? Wait, do we have swordfish?” Questioning herself, she wandered around the freezers to check her ingredients.

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She smiled to herself, knowing they had it all. Tying her hair up into a fluffy bun, she inhaled deeply, becoming more attentive and focused on her work. Her hands moved like those of a Greek Goddess—swift and firm. But being human, she couldn’t avoid getting tiny cuts on her fingers while working.

Nate watched her from two rows behind, noticing her enjoyment. Her smile while cooking was different—pure. She must really love her work.

“All set!” Elvira let out a relieved sigh, placing her hands on her waist. She quickly checked everything she made to see if she missed something.

Her eyes searched for Nate. She could see everyone still struggling with the one dish they were making. She chuckled, watching Nate and Hazel bicker childishly at the corner of the kitchen.

“You can’t do that. I don’t work under you,” Hazel hissed, grinding her teeth, eyeing Nate from head to toe.

“What can’t he do?” Elvira entered the conversation, curious about their fight.

“Order me.” Hazel mimicked him, rolling her eyes at Nate and clinging to Elvira’s side.

“I’m just advising you to maintain a distance from someone you don’t even know about,” Nate remarked, raising his brow with a stern expression.

“Who are you to say that? My sugar daddy?” Hazel mocked him, resisting his advice. She didn’t like Nate telling her what to do.

“Language, Hazel!” Nate warned her. She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes and turning to Elvira.

“So, how’s your work going?” Hazel held Elvira’s fingers, flashing her a toothy smile.

Elvira giggled, glancing between Hazel and Nate. They really did look like a married couple. “I just finished making the dishes,” Elvira responded.

“You’re already done?” Nate was more shocked than surprised. How did she finish so quickly? Even the ones who started before her were still struggling. What is she? A wonder woman?

“Yeah. I just wanted to know if there’s something else I can help with?” She added, looking to Nate for more work.

“Well, if you don’t mind, you can help others around.” Nate hesitated to find the right words. She’s incredible and beautiful. Who wouldn’t like her?

“Sure.” She saluted playfully and moved around, helping the junior chefs relax and focus.

The tension in the kitchen eased as she made her rounds. Her easy-going attitude helped everyone enjoy making the food again.