Fire me

Back in the dining room, Alex picks up his fork, eying the half-eaten pasta plate Avery had left behind.

" What is too salty and slimy? " he asked himself.

He took one bite. Then froze. He stared blankly at the food in front of him.

Cough. Gag. Panic.

" What did he prepare?" he snapped at himself. "The fuck"

He pushed his chair back so fast that it screeched on the floor.

He stood there, fork in hand.

" What the hell, Alex. Are you trying to kill her or what?" he scolded himself.

" She hates me. She is going to hate me now." he brushed his hand through his hair. His gaze travelled to the path, Avery used to the bathroom.

" This is absurd. No wonder she didn't want me to try it. I hate myself now and she hates me. Probably."

Alex stormed towards the kitchen

" EVERYTHING GOES. Trash everything. Get rid of it. Alex roared " Trash everything, trash the plates, the pans, the salt. Matter of fact-fire the salt supplier!"

The chef blinked

" Sir, you cooked the meal yourself."

Alex turned towards him slowly.

" Then fire me!"

He stalked back to the table.

Avery reappeared. She furrowed her brows. The workers were packing everything into black bags.

She sat down I'm front of Alex. He had his arms folded across his chest, and was sulking.

" Why are they packing everything in the bag?" Avery asked

Alex looked at her slowly. He scoffed before saying;

" I tasted it and it was horrible. I'm not cooking again ."

Avery made an oh sound. She took the orange juice in front of her. She brought it to her nose before she tasted it. She couldn't risk her tummy this time. Making sure it was orange juice she sipped it.