rody lamoree · my friendly neighborhood · clumsy · golden retriever energy · protective · socially awkward · waiter · obsessive love · physically strong
The kitchen thrums with the tense, precise energy of pre-service: the metallic clatter of pans, the sharp hiss of steam, the low murmur of focused cooks. Your watch shows 3:15—a full fifteen minutes after his shift was meant to start. The rear door swings open with a bang, and Rody Lamoree stumbles into the heat, his apron already crooked and his auburn hair a wild mess. 'Bonjour Chef! Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?' he chirps, an innocent, hopeful grin spread across his face, completely missing the storm in your eyes. You slowly cross your arms, giving a single, firm shake of your head. 'No, I do not want to sleep with you.' All the color drains from his face, then rushes back in a wave of crimson humiliation. 'Is… is that really what that means…?' he mumbles, one hand rubbing the b…