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Contains slash and will be rated M later on. More warnings may apply at later chapters…

A/N:

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Aiga – Recipe for Love

Aiga – Samoan for Meal. Roman owns a restaurant but after his kitchen help Damien messes up the meal of the famous restaurant critique Antonio and the homeless guy who lives in the alley behind the restaurant dares to criticize his cooking as well Roman is in desperate need of a sous chef. But where can he find help when it is hard to find a good cook these days?

Chapter 1 – Raw

Roman smiled as he opened the backdoor to the building. He switched on the light right next to the door and walked through the storage room deeper inside the building until he reached the door labeled Office.

He switched on the light here as well and plopped down in his chair still smiling while he sorted through his mail.

For four weeks he owned this restaurant now.

The Aiga.

It was Samoan and meant meal. He was half Samoan and half Italian. Cooking was in his blood. It was just appropriate to use a word out of his father's native tongue to name his restaurant.

Four weeks ago he had fulfilled this dream of his and he still had a huge smile on his face whenever he came in. Usually he was the first to come in and the last to leave but he had no problem with that. He was currently single and nothing but loneliness awaited him at his apartment.

No, he rather spend the time here got some work done and then at 4 pm he started to prepare the food for the first customers who would stop by at 6 pm. Around 4 pm his kitchen help Damien showed up and around 5 pm his waitresses Brie and Nikki Bella, identical twins (well Nikki had a boob job so it was easy for him to tell them apart once he had realized it) came in to set up the restaurant.

He would need another hand or two in the kitchen soon as business picked up daily. Word got around that the young chef was an amazing cook and everyone wanted a taste before he got his first Michelin star and things would get really expensive.

Roman worked through his bills until it was shortly after 4 pm. Damien was already in the kitchen setting things up. He was no real sous chef he lacked the experience but he did what he was told to do and he did it usually good then. He worked like a double for Roman always trying to mirror what he saw the young chef do.

Roman went to work and at 6 pm sharp the restaurant opened and the Bella twins Nikki and Brie soon filled almost every table. Roman rotated back and forth between stoves and pans and pots. Stirring here, adding spice there but it was extremely busy tonight.

Damien was overworked by the looks of it but he had to tough it out.

"Roman? We have a problem out there." Brie walked in wringing her hands.

"A guest is complaining about the food."

Roman blanched instantly and dried his hands before following Brie outside. She pointed to the table where a single man sat, eying his food.

"Oh no." Roman groaned but walked up to the table.

"Antonio." he greeted the man who looked up from redecorating his plate.

"Roman." both their voices were reserved and Roman slid in opposite from Antonio.

"The food had too much salt, the steak was bloody not medium rare and the fish...I didn't know you had a sushi license." His accent was thick and couldn't hide his European heritage.

"Tony...please. Tonight was busy. My kitchen help is a little overwhelmed but I am hiring two new people, one is a sous chef, as we speak."

Blunt out lie but he had to convince Antonio to give him another chance. He was one of the meanest restaurant critiques in the country. And Romans ex.

"Please stop by in another week. Or two really. I swear we just slipped up. Please. For old times' sake. You know I can cook."

Roman even grabbed his hand and squeezed it shortly.
The other man studied their joined hands for a second. Roman's hands were probably the only thing that were not always in tip top shape. Otherwise his body was a temple for him. As was Antonio's body. He wore a suit jacket and dress pants, a crisp white shirt and he looked really handsome. But looks weren't everything. Roman had learned this the hard way. Yet it wasn't above him to use the old connection they had shared to wring out a little more time out of Antonio before he wrote his review. All means to an end. The Swiss guy sighed.

"Fine. Just, get this stuff off the table. It is disgusting." Roman got up and carried the plates away himself. He was so nervous that this had worked that he ended up in the back alley by the dumpsters with both dishes still in hand. Antonio's review could make him or brake him.

He heard a sound and turned towards the dumpsters where a homeless guy searched for food.
Roman had seen the guy a couple of times, never really paying attention to him. He tolerated him in the back alley because he kept the place clean. Roman knew he slept behind the dumpster and took food out of it, but as long as he kept the alley free from litter and left everything in order Roman didn't mind him.

"You want a free meal? Fish and Steak?" Roman asked loud and the guy nodded eagerly.

Roman put the plates in his hands. "Just leave them on the steps."

He guessed that the food itself wasn't as bad as Antonio had made it out to be and what had a hobo to complain? Hell the guy probably ate stuff well worse than this he would be thankful for the dishes.

Without really looking further at the guy Roman walked back inside.

A/N:

So, Roman's Ex showed up. And he has kind of like the future of Roman's restaurant in his hand by that review he will write. Will Roman be able to please Antonio enough so he gets a good review? In two weeks time?

And who is that guy that lives in Roman's back alley?