tomas.
âIââ Tomas stopped himself with a sound of frustration. Tomas has definitely told him, he definitely did not listen. Or rather Gabe had just been waiting for some kind of excuse to leave, kind of a fucked up one to use considering the timing. âNot exactly what I was dreaming of,â Tomas muttered as he turned to the front to stare at the cameras already set up in the room, all pointing towards them, ready to be properly set up to shoot. He wanted to make food for people, not for the camera. It may be exciting for Gabe, but not for Tomas. More terrifying, restrictive, unsatisfying.
Care was a big word? Tomas used to believe his vague answers was simply shy of their true meaning, now to think that he didnât even care. He paused in hurt, letting the words of reality sink in. Gabe had already stabbed him in the stab long ago but now heâs yanking it back out from the front. It did matter, he wanted their years to matter because itâd mean that it was worth something at least. But ultimately? He just wanted closure, the pain to end, to dissociate from it coming by every time he looked at Gabe. âNo, it- ..it doesnât.â It did. Just not to Gabe.
Tomas avoided looking at him and his stupid grin, the grin filled with unrelenting confidence that charmed him over the years, now nothing more than a mockery. âGabe itâs not a good idea..â he leaned in, almost a whisper warning, as if anything he said now could change reality that the dotted line was signed, both their lives lost forever, now belonging to Prometheus. âThey want new chefs to cancel,â it was made evident when their promise was broken, of leaving him simply with his cooking show, to instead stretching him into project he simply had to skill in. âThey want us cancelled for their entertainment justâ Gabe, just be careful.â
âthatâs more like it de visser.â he didnât need any actual feeling behind being agreed with, the words were often times more than enough. he was uncomplicated in his own thoughts, saying exactly what he wanted to. there was no reason why anyone else needed to make things anymore difficult, and if they decided to, then that was their problem. he could not fix every personâs unhappiness. look at the sour face in front of him, how could he have said anything that would put a smile on that. still, he continued on his own quest, pouring the champagne. â
âthatâs not a toast.â the warning fell on completely deaf ears. there was nothing that tomas could say that would broach a topic that gabe wanted. at least not in such a serious tone, he always had to take such negative approach to success. theyâd signed the same contract, and tomas was still living to be a downer. what did cancellation even meanâ really. it was entertainment that they should have fixated on. âit canât be good or bad, itâs already signed! look at us!âÂ
âtry again.â he pushed the second glass towards tomas, holding his own and waiting for something better to come out of their conversation. if he remembered, it was direction that was lacking in tomasâs work. âhereâs to...new beginnings. something better.â

















