He's A Line Chef So Carina Hiding In The Kitchen Of A Restaraunt? - Tumblr Posts
Stuck on dishwashing duty after a particularly busy brunch, Marius felt his mind practically melting away into slush. The busy days were good, and private parties like this one definitely paid off in the end since it typically meant he could leave earlier if he worked hard enough. Still, it was dull and mind numbing work that certainly didn't go quick enough.
When this stranger came bursting in the back door into the kitchen, Marius nearly leapt out of his skin, almost dropping the plate he had been trying to scrub a stubborn stain from. She certainly wasn't one of the chefs, nor any of the wait staff... Had Jared forgotten to close the back door all the way again?
"Well... You can hide in the freezer if you'd like," he flashed a smile, reaching for a towel to dry his hands as he turned the water off, "No one would certainly look in there for you." Moving past her, Marius reached for the door she had come in and pulled it all the way shut until it made an audible click, "There," he looked to her and gave a wink, "at the very least they can't follow you. But, you're welcome to stay for a bit, if you'd like."
Open Starter: Any males (must be at least 21+) Plot: Carina is the daughter of a rock star, the sister of another musician, and an actress in her own right. She is out in public, and is being chased by paparazzi so she slips into an establishment in an attempt to lose them. Your muse helps her hide. (Bonus points if said muse is involved in shady gang/mafia/criminal business, but doesn't have to be - also, you decide if you want your muse to recognize her, or not.)
When Carina woke up that morning, she had been hoping to venture out into the world and get to be... normal. Growing up the daughter of someone famous had plenty of perks, being the sister of a brother who was following in their father's footsteps? Even better. It had helped her when she'd decided on her career path, even if she didn't care to admit it. She worked hard to prove that she didn't get where she was solely based off of her family name. The downside of having the family that she did meant that she never had any privacy. Anywhere that she went, or anything that she did, paparazzi seemed to find her. Carina often wondered if it weren't for her father and brother's reputations and charming personality that went along with their good looks, if they would really bother with her as much.
As she strolled along the sidewalk, Carina's eyes surveyed the people around her, smiling at strangers who passed her. However, it was the sight of a camera that caused her to pause like a deer frozen in headlights. Once she saw one camera, she saw others as well. She quickly looked around, turning a corner and rushing down the street to try to lose them before slipping through the door of a business without looking, or caring, where she'd ended up. Taking a deep breath, Carina spun around and locked eyes with a man, "Please, do you think you could help? I've got paparazzi following me, and I'd really rather they didn't catch me." Perhaps, if she could lose them, she might be able to get a moment of privacy before heading back home.
