Chapter 1

Second chance, that is what I was given, I was simply secluded to be the best version of myself. Angels and Demons are Spirits from light and darkness respectively, but it was never too late for me to far hard away from Mercy. That is why I now exist in this world. to complete the task I didn't finish when I became part of the darkness. That is food, I save people's lives through my recipes. You will have to taste my Linguine until the gloom and turbulence inside you settle. You have to experience happiness, forgiveness and self love whenever you taste my Neapolitan. And whenever you want to cool down and live the life with appreciation you have to taste Tiramisu. I revive people like that, I am the chef and the owner of the Rutherford restaurant. I can't have other people prepare the meals. it's tiresome to spend the night preparing the cuisine and spend the whole day standing at the entrance door so that I will read my customer's minds and decide what to give them. Happy and humble people are very lucky because they lead a simple and plain life with satisfaction. I have never been satisfied before I entered the dark aroma, but now, it is obvious that, life is hard but you have got to choose to be happy one way or other and erase bitterness. And that is what I see in these human minds, I only read troubled minds, I think I am not brave enough to read restful minds or it is because all my life I have lived, I was restless. The supernatural abilities I have feels strange sometimes, the voices, the doubts I hear all these people carry makes me sleepless. I have a great job to do, and limited time to accomplish it, ain't ingrate to feel bad for the way I am living, it feels amazing to be alive again. It feels great that a Demon like me doesn't go lurking around people's lives and lendering them mad, I am really glad that I am on the human world again though there things I can't do.

I can't fall in love, I touch but can't be touched. It's enthralling how I become invisible sometimes, I can't advise you but I serve you. It is all cross-eyed And true to be occuring.

It is now Saturday morning people are moving in and out, the restaurant is congested in the weekends, where the majority believes they need to empty their minds before starting the stressful Mondays. Particular dishes and desserts are prepared during the weekdays, which differ from the weekends where clients orders are prepared while they are around. Which simplified my task somehow. I couldn't handle the chaos of humans rushing to work and their rush full orders, so, whoever come knows what to eat and when, and depending on the dishes prepared, people with similar trouble taste the same dish, that is why they keep coming. it's kinda sad to see the sous chef decorate food only, but it is still okay, They are paid pretty well and as the matter of fact, whoever intervene in my task can make me lose, I am so conscious then. I am timid though I own a big restaurant, some employees talk behind my back about how freaky I am, but I don't care , the gossip exist everywhere, what matters is to keep my identity hidden.

This weekend is not the same as other, Lydia the hardworking waitress took a maternal leave, and Mark the Receptionist is on a vacation. It is hectic and so back breaking. Short of employees can worsen the customer care services, and that is the last thing I want to see happening. So now am standing at the entrance but also waiting for a miracle , that somehow I am going to see a waitress or somebody in need of money, to offer them a part time or full if possible.

" May I help?" the voice asks and I scream sure without raising my head from the quesadilla plates I was serving the couple at the back booth who were having second thoughts on whether to keep or abort the child. They were young but the choice is still theirs, every choice is hard to make, there is no easy one, because the journey will be hard to execute or regret it. So I hope this dish make them come to a reasonable decision without a temptation.

As I head to the counter I see a lady with Blonde hair in Rutherford's apron, I look at her back, her shoulders are broad and her curly hair is flawless and looks beautiful in a ponytail. She is the helping lady, I concluded as I went to prepare another dish to serve.

I can't imagine my life now, I am the real meaning of hell and back, and can't stop doubting if I will be able to accomplish the task.

My abilities of reading people's minds has never failed when somebody is troubled but now, it is starting as I look at the lady who lent a hand in my restaurant, her facials are troubled, the way she flashes her hand in the face shows how she is having the hard time, After serving each plate, she pauses to zone out and come into reality after like a minute, yet, I can't read her, I can't even dare look past her face, she is mesmerizing, the way her blonde hair falls in her face whenever she lean to serve the customers and the way she tug the strand of her hair behind the ear make me wish I was the one to do it.

"hope I didn't say that."

I looked myself in the nearby wall mirror and snapped out of dreams, dreams come into reality while we are sleeping that is why helpless persons prefer to sleep long, because all dreams will come true, thus, keeping themselves abed. If she knew at least the dirty thoughts in the men she is flirting with she might need to stop. And right here , I was being a jealous psycho over the girl I didn't know, and that's when realisation hit me, that I am growing feelings but I know better than anyone that I can't love.