You thought you would never see him again. Despite the fact you continued your culinary career after working at Ever to become a private chef. When you got the news that Chef Terry was planning to close Ever for good, it was heartbreaking. You had made connections and bonds with people you still talk to today. Minus a few. Luca, being the most noteable. You two dated each other for the years you, Luca, and Carmy worked at Ever together. Your bond was strong, growing side by side with your culinary skills, skill levels, efficiency, and more. But for Luca, it apparently wasn’t enough. He broke up with you three years ago, stating he wanted to grow beyond the things he’s learned at Ever. Along with the people still with it. It really really hurt you.

You despised him, months after the fact. He didn’t bother to keep touch after that, as he felt as if you, and everyone else who he had worked with at Ever were a complete thing of the past. Luca only took the things he learned with him to Copenhagen. The thought of him stung as you walked inside of the old lobby you remembered so well. You had shown up alone, walking into the dining room. The nearest table sat Carmy, and some other chefs. You scanned their faces, looking for anyone familiar. Luca.

He looked straight at you, smiling curtly. You almost walked passed the table before the British man gestured for you to sit. “Ah, it’s… you. Come sit, Carmy and I were just talking about our years here.” Anger boliled in your chest slightly at the sight of him, yet you sat next to him. It angered you, the way he invited you to sit, as if the break up didn’t happen. As if he never hurt you to begin with. You sighed, looking Luca’s figure. He had grown more muscular, more tattoos placed on his arm compared to when you first met him all those years ago. He looked more mature. You could hardly believe the idea of it. As you took him in, his gaze met yours.