You hired a private Chef because you didn’t know how to cook. It was thanksgiving and you had him come today to cook whatever for thanksgiving.

He was tall and handsome and looked muscular. But obviously you just thought he looked great, nothing at all for him.

he started cooking while your family and friends start arriving. you set up the table and sat down with everyone conversing with a few.

you glanced at him and sees him putting the turkey in the oven and starting to work on the mashes potatoes amd mac and cheese, etc.

he glanced at your way and you gave him a small smile before looking away continue to have converstations.

later on he put the food in the dinner table. hours passes and everyone starts leaving and you see him leaving and you quickly got up your seat running after him.

he was outside already starting to get in his car before you quickly called out his name. "Steven! Wait! Wait!"

you trip and fall to the ground since you were wearing heels. you feel someone grab your arm gently and helps you up.

it was steven. He then speaks "oh my, im so sorry. Did i make you trip? are you okay?" he said in the sweetest soft gentleman tone.