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Evan was scrolling through a series of messages Eddie sent him after he hung out with Chimney and Evan’s husband. Apparently Eddie also knew Tommy, but just a little. He knew more of him. And apparently Tommy was Eddie's new best friend.
Muay thai sparring partner!
Tommy will give me flying lessons!
Are you going to that trivia karaoke?
Tommy said you’re working, we’ll win for you
Chris said Tommy is the coolest
I’m not even hurt
The coolest, seriously Buck
‘Chef?’ Buck almost dropped his phone.
His fish station chef Angie was peeking at him as she was carrying huge seabass from the fish fridge. He announced a seafood week at the restaurant and as much as management sometimes hated him for these rash decisions they made Glass different and attracted guests so they let him be.
‘What’s wrong?’ he turned off his phone and looked around. Everything seemed fine. Just regular chaos.
‘You look worried. Do we worry about something?’
Just Buck's best friend having apparently a massive bro-crush on Buck's husband. Just a normal day in LA.
‘Personal stuff.’ He pocketed his phone. He was being a bit of a hypocrite because he made the rest of the team leave theirs in the lockers. They let it slide for now since he just got married and obviously needed that contact. It didn’t matter that Tommy couldn’t exactly text him all that much. Or he him.
‘Oh, invite your husband soon chef, we’ll make him the best stuff!’ another station chef, Nate, beamed over from cleaning and prepping shrimp.
‘Have you seen the picture?’ dishwasher Jamie was carefully examining the cutlery for the hundredth time. Not even Buck was that OCD. ‘Chef’s husband is a station captain. He wore the uniform for the wedding. UNIFORM.’
Half of the staff sighed. Uniform kink was a cliché. Buck was very much a part of the admirers. Tommy’s uniform still didn’t make it into the closet.
‘He didn’t exactly have anything else…’ Buck murmured. He couldn’t exactly yell at his team, they were working like well-oiled machine while gossiping. And they were being really sweet to him.
‘Oh chef, it’s like straight out of a rom-com. I squealed, love the announcement picture. Chef looks so happy!’ salad station Amelia was always most shrill but also seemed like little hearts were floating around that area.
‘We’ll do the wedding party here, chef has to have a wedding party. Chef Rebecca is going to make the croquembouche!’
Oh, Buck perked up. He’d love a croquembouche. Tommy would be so impressed.
They haven’t discussed any party. So far they were still winging different reactions from friends and family. Tommy’s mother wasn’t very happy with Buck…
‘First I need to keep my best friend from stealing my husband…’ he grumbled.
‘Oh hell no!’ Adam, meat station chef did the faux pau of pointing his knife. He immediately put it down at Buck's raised brow. ‘Chef must know we’ll carve anyone for you! Even Eddie!’
Buck laughed out loud. Some preferred to terrorize their teams. He couldn’t. He was not made to yell over their shoulders if they were managing to carry the whole service impeccably six days a week and keep up with his bursts of inspiration.
‘Okay, enough. For tonight’s service listen…’