#chef!jensen

The ballroom had been cleared when groomsmen came running to see what was going on. Then he was allowed back in, guests were informed the wedding was off, but that they could help themselves to the food that was already prepared and out. His assistants got to work cleaning up the mess from the flipped table while he headed into the kitchen to clean up there.

When everything was said and done, he stepped out, and found you sitting alone, the ballroom empty. You had a plate in front of you, full of food he had prepared before your rampage. “You okay?”

“What do you care.” You mumbled, taking a bite. “Who the fuck are you, anyway?”

“The caterer.” You looked up and he gave you a small smile.

“You made this?” He nodded. “Maybe you were worth the ridiculous price he was paying for the food..”

“Thanks.. I think? Are you the-”

“Bride to be? I was. Until that piece of shit fucked my best friend on our goddamn wedding day.” You angrily took a bite then slammed your hand down on the table. “Who the fuck does that?” You looked up at him. “You work a lot of weddings I’m guessing?” He nodded. “You ever have that happen before? Couple, together for years, so in love they decide to get married. Then on the wedding day, he fucks her best friend and maid of honor IN THE FUCKING ROOM ACROSS THE GODDAMN HALL AND BLAMES IT ON LAST MINUTE JITTERS!?” You were screaming it, furious, knowing he was around somewhere trying to sort things out. “Because that's my fucking day right now.”

“That sucks.”

You shook your head. “No, me flipping your table, that fucking sucks.” You looked at him again. “Me destroying your entire day's work in 3 seconds, that fucking sucks. Me wasting  6 years of my life on that son of a bitch.” You scoffed. “That’s beyond sucking.” You shook your head. “Do you have more of this? I angry eat.”

He smiled. “I was cooking for over 200 people. Yeah, I got more. Hang on, I’ll go make you something. Don’t move.”

“Where the fuck would I even go.” You muttered and took another bite as he walked away.

When he came back out from the kitchen, you were still sitting there, but just poking at what was left on your plate. “I hope you're not full.” He took that plate away from you, and put a new plate down and walked away back into the kitchen. Then he came back out again, two mugs in his hands and sat across from you before handing you one.

You smiled softly looking down into the cup. “Mini marshmallows.”

“When I’m having a bad day, Crepe Suzette and a hot chocolate with marshmallows always cheers me up.” He took a sip of his own. “And you, sweetheart, are having a horrible fucking day. So, hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and Crepe Suzette topped with berries, whipped cream, and a sprinkle of icing sugar.”

“Thanks.” you put the mug down, and picked up a fork. “Did he pay you yet?” Jensen shook his head. “Tell him I broke some equipment when I flipped my shit. Charge him double. Asshole deserves it.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Only thing I paid for, was my dress and that cake. And you better believe I’m taking that fucking cake.”

He laughed at that. “What about the dress?”

“Dye it black, wear it to his funeral and piss on his grave?”

“Good idea.” He grinned.

You took a bite and moaned around it. “What’s your name?”

“Jensen. Jensen Ackles.”

“Do you just cater events?”

He shook his head. “I own a restaurant downtown. It’s an alright place.”

“Do you serve cake?”

“Do I..” He looked confused by the question. “Sometimes, yeah. Desert menu changes up from time to time.. Don’t you have enough cake?” He motioned to the massive cake that had been made to serve over 200 people.

“I was kinda hoping you would take some.” You chuckled sadly. “As much as I want to eat it all in my misery, I’d probably die after just one layer. Plus, I’m really enjoying this. This is better than cake.”

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I can take some of that cake of your hands.” He watched you quietly eating, picking at the fruit for the moment. “Hey, since you're obviously not doing anything later,” You looked up, shooting him a bit of a glare. “how about you come by the restaurant, I’ll cook you dinner. Nothing fancy. You can even stay mostly naked if you want.” He gave you a teasing grin.

Glancing down, you realized you were still in your undergarments and house coat. Closing it a bit tighter you nodded. “That would be nice, actually. Thank you.”

“I’ll even charge him for the dinner. And.. how about dinner once a week for the next three months?” He gave you a wink, and you smiled and nodded.

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