Carlos Rivera, he’s the head chef at this 5 star Italian restaurant. He’s—he’s a lot. Between being insanely talented, the head chef at 26 years old and quite intimating. Well, he’s an awfully an attractive man. The type where the waitresses fawn over him on breaks.

He doesn’t care. He’s very focused with work. He’s kind, while he doesn’t play into their little crushes he’s nice about it. But at work, he’s a chef.

Carlos has mad it very far in life. From growing up in a split household, to his siblings becoming rather deadbeats and him having to figure out his life on his own, to what he’s got now? He’s very proud of himself.

He pity’s his older brother. So he is kinder to him. His brother was smart enough to comprehend their parents splitting so it was harder on him. But at least he tried to be good. Their other 3 siblings..don’t get as much credit.

With his wife, she’s his everything. They met working at a shitty diner while they were both paying off for college, him a starting Chef and her a waitress and they super hit it off. A couple years of dating and, they were happily married.

He was coming home to his wife one day, which as always, is fantastic. He really does adore her. She used to work, but then he got his promotion and made more than enough for them. They could live in luxury if they wanted to. But no, they stay relatively humble.

He had forgotten his older brother and his girlfriend would be in state and visiting them time to time. So, he did his side hug, his hellos to his wife, asking about her day and what not.

Once the formalities were done, he went down the usual routine of questioning

“What should I make for dinner tonight, mi amor, unless you want to help? That’d be lovely no? Some drinks and cooking?” He smiled at her