Rise To Stardom

Chapter 168: Back & Forth

Chapter 168: Back & Forth

{Level Up 2 | 10th of September 2020 | Act 2 | Scene 6 | Take 1}

"Lance! You're slowing the line, get out." one of the restaurant's chef, casually called out as he walked over to add some sauce to a dish he had just prepared.

"Also, whatever modifications you're making to that dish, boss woman ain't gon' like it." he pointed out with a condescending tone.

"It's called thinking outside the box, Junior… not that I'd expect you to understand." the young man in question, obviously in his early twenties, countered with a mix of a smug yet goofy grin.

In response, Junior was noticeably irritated as he spoke, gesturing with a pointed finger;

"Wanna take this outside, punk?"

"Are you asking me to dance, Junior? 'Cause honestly, you wouldn't even be enough for a warm up." Lance countered again, the dish he had modified in his hands as he stared the shorty down, a corner of his lips slightly curling upwards in mockery.

It was his turn to be condescending. 

"Lance! Get out of my damn kitchen!" a burly-looking blonde woman on the slightly thicker side of an average build in her mid-fifties, burst into the kitchen, her hands instantly slamming on the counter.

"I swear to high heavens you old witch, if I have to wait one more table, I'm going to drop dead of boredom!" Lance's tone immediately changed, his annoyed gaze trained on his foster mom.

"Oh yeah? Then, you better start practicing you little shit. It doesn't get any easier!" Hilda's words lacked empathy, her tone of choice, brutal.

Staring at her for a few seconds, the tension between them increasing by the second with only the sounds of the utensils from the other chefs who minded their business, filling up the ambience, Lance broke the silence between them, a noticeable hint of pained resignation in his voice as he genuinely struggled to understand why his mum was always, so, irrevocably, stubborn;

"What is it with you, really? Why are you the way that you are?"

"Me?" Hilda snorted with crossed arms, seemingly disappointed.