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 The Way We Were, Colton Spade
Catie Holmes
 Posted: Jun 13 2017, 12:54 PM
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It’s been said that if you love your job then you’ll never work a day in your life and that was a quote Catie was rather fond of because she did, in fact, love he job. Cooking was her skill and her passion and she had built quite a reputation for herself here at Ambrosia. Being the head chef was a lot of work and there had been some weeks where she hadn’t managed to have any days off due to the restaurant being busy and needing attention. For all intents and purposes Ambrosia was like her baby, she didn’t own it but she put everything into it and with only a few exceptions she would give up anything for it. Mainly all she gave up was her free time to help ensure that the kitchen was running smoothly and luckily, she had a few trusty employees who she could usually count on to help her out.

Having a second in command was essential to keeping her sanity but life was unpredictable and even the most reliable employees sometimes called out of work. Catie had been meant to have the day off but her sous-chef had an emergency come up and needed to come in later than scheduled which meant Catie was covering. She hadn’t had much notice about filling in but she’d still managed to put herself together in her typical fashion and since she wouldn’t be working a full shift her outfit wasn’t restricted to standard work attire. She managed to make it to the restaurant in time to meet the daily delivery of fresh ingredients. Once she’d ensured that the order was correct and complete she helped the other kitchen employees to get the items put away in their appropriate places and only once that was done did she make it to her office to look at the schedule.

Everything that needed to be handled was normal except for one item. She had a meeting to discuss a reservation for an anniversary party, which was usually something she left to the hostess to deal with but if the customer wanted a specific menu or directly requested to deal with a ‘manager’ it was given to her or the sous. This one hadn’t been left to her but she was going to have to deal with it now, no big deal she just wished there had been more information left than that is was for an anniversary party and contact info. The name caught her attention, well the last name had. Spade. She frowned at the note and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Fortunately, it wasn’t Colton Spade that she was sitting down with but she was sure if nothing else he’d be at this party but at least she’d have time to prepare herself for that.

When she was still new to Lochland Grove her and Colt had dated, actually they had spent two years together before he got into his accident. Before anyone starts judging her it’s not like she left him because of the accident or anything, how horrible would that have been! No, it was more complicated than that. The accident had been hard on their relationship and Colt had pushed her away despite her best efforts, she had gotten tired of fighting and decided they needed to take a break that ended up being more of a break up. That hadn’t been intended but it’s what happened and they hadn’t ever gotten to really talk about how everything went down with them. She forced a heavy breath and got up from the desk, grateful that she’d be sitting with one of Colt’s brothers and not her ex but still not excited about the meeting.

After telling the hostess to direct Mr. Spade into one of the partitioned dining rooms when he arrived she made herself comfortable at one of the tables. The room was sectioned off from the rest of the dining area so they would have privacy to discuss the event without trying to squeeze into her office. Her mind began to wonder back to her old relationship as she waited and, lost in thought, her fingers drummed rhythmically against the white table cloth.


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Ah shit.

That had been Colt's first thought when his oldest brother called him thirty minutes before his lunch break and asked him to handle the surprise anniversary plans for their parents at Ambrosia. It wasn't so much the getting asked to handle everything last minute that bothered Colt- he could handle that. But it was the prospect of coming across his ex when he least expected it that had caused him to almost decline. But this plan for the surprise for their parents had a limited window of opportunity. Ambrosia was always filling up with reservations and managing to get one in with enough time to allow a specialized menu took nothing less than fate. His brother had suggested, early on in the planning, that Colt be the one to go up to the restaurant and see if he couldn't use his connections to get the whole thing set up.

Obviously he'd refused, because he hadn't been sure he wanted to see Cat then, and he sure as hell wasn't sure he was ready now. But the scheduled meeting couldn't be missed and his brother had promised him that it had not been arranged with Catie, so his chances of seeing her were pretty slim considering how busy the woman always stayed while at the restaurant.

So fine, great, no big deal. He'd agreed and told his brother he wouldn't miss the meeting. So when he walked through the door of the partitioned dining area and his eyes landed on Cat, Colton had to force himself to take the next few steps into the room as the door was shut behind him by the waitress who had showed him to the meeting.

Was it too late to turn around?

Had he come too far into the room to avoid it looking like he'd walked in on accident?

It took him a few seconds to wipe the look of surprise off his face of seeing his ex at the table and not someone else.

Words. He knew he was supposed to say words at this point, but he could manage little more than his lips parted during his silent expression of surprise.

Finally it was like he remembered he could be seen and walked further into the room, "Rob couldn't make it." He considered sharing the reason why, then decided it ultimately didn't matter. Being face to face with Cat had brought back a flood of memories he'd shared with the woman, the last of them not being happy. Letting her go- making her go, had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. Colton was still convincing himself it had been the right move. A dick move, maybe, but the right one.



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Catie Holmes
 Posted: Jun 16 2017, 07:11 PM
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Work was one of her favorite things. Well, it was most of the time anyway. Cooking was her passion and the fact that she got paid to do that and do it her wayand be in charge of others on top of it made her employment with Ambrosia perfect. It had its moments, but what career didn’t, right? Down falls like the other night when one of the new guys lit a bunch of napkins of fire and everyone started panicking; ugh, yeah that had been an absolute mess. But she’d made it through that so a little meeting with a prospective customer couldn’t be so bad. Maybe Mr. Spade would even say how her delicious cooking had been the reason Ambrosia had been chosen, compliments were the icing on the cake.

She didn’t think she had been sitting there too long while she waited for everyone to arrive for the meeting, it helped that her mind was elsewhere. The sound of the door closing snapped her back into reality, the drumming of her fingers halting abruptly as her hand fell into her lap and her gaze shifted to the man who had just entered. “Mi sta prendendo in giro*” Her words came out in Italian, as they tended to when her emotions got the best of her. Standing there in the doorway was the very last person she had expected and she felt her heart sink a bit at the sight of him. “Rob couldn’t make it.” She heard him say but he sounded far away, surely a result of her surprise.

His words were enough to pull her from her stupor and she forced a smile, her professionalism retuning. “I hope everything is alright.” This was going to be harder than she thought. Biting nervously at the inside of her lip she tucked her platinum hair behind her ears and gestured to the seat opposite her at the small round table. “Um, have a seat… and we can get started.” Just stay focused and everything would be fine, that was what she kept trying remind herself. She’d brought a notepad with her to write down the specifics of the menu and head count and other things like that, the sheet of dull yellow paper was where her gaze stayed focused. Things with Colt hadn’t exactly been wrapped with a neat bow at the end, she’d coped well until now but she hadn’t been face to face with him since then either.


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Colton Spade
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The exclamation in Italian didn't go unnoticed. Lochland seemed to have a high number of citizens with roots somehow dipped in Italian heritage, Colt's mother being one of them. As such he had recognized it as Italian and while he was by no means fluent in the language had picked up enough to know she was just as surprised to see him as he had been her. "Mhm," He'd somewhat responded to her initial surprise but didn't address it further. He knew he shouldn't have expected anything less, and nothing more. Well, maybe if she'd gotten up and slapped him, but that was the extent of what he might have expected. “I hope everything is alright.” "Car troubles, I think he said." If it had been anything overly important Colton doubted he would be here instead of wherever else Rob was at the time. Emergencies were always going to take president over plans. When the thought crossed his mind it reminded him that Catie was still listed as one of his emergency contacts down at the station. He should probably get that changed. It'd been months and even as much as he had been putting it off, it was time to get it taken care of.

He took a seat, shifting his weight onto his left as what had become his norm since the accident. He had been sitting down for the better part of his day at work and it was only by the grace of the Advil gods that he was able to manage to sit still in his seat now. On the edge of her words Colton felt an awkward silence ready to linger, but cut it off himself as he crossed his arms low on his chest, "It's my parent's thirty fifth anniversary and everyone was wanting to do something special." It was best to just jump in and get this over with. He didn't want to admit it but he knew the longer he sat there the longer he was going to have to realize exactly how much he missed Catie being in his life. "This isn't a place they'd usually come, but I know mom's talked about it before." He only looked up when he thought Catie might be too busy writing, taking the opportunity to watch her. "Uhm...." His train of thought was starting to derail. This needed some rescue work, which came in the form of Colt plucking his phone from one of the pouches on his belt. "Where did you want to start? The menu? Or guest count?"

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Catie Holmes
 Posted: Jun 19 2017, 01:54 PM
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Since their unintentional break up Catie had done well at avoiding running into her ex, or maybe he had been good at avoiding her because lord knew he was the one who pushed her out to begin with. She wasn’t bitter about it, not anymore. Things between them had been good once and even if they hadn’t ended things on the best of terms she didn’t bear any ill will towards Colt. For a while after the accident had wedged them apart she blamed herself for not trying harder, but if he wanted her gone so badly there was no amount of insistence that would change his mind and she had learned that the hard way. Catie had tried to stick with him through, she’d known that what he was going through wasn’t anything she could imagine but she had wanted to be there for him. Things hadn’t worked out that way.

At any rate she had accepted the end of their time together and that was that, it was easier that way but it was easier to be okay with it when she wasn’t sitting across the table from the man. “Oh.” Was all she managed when Colt voiced his brother’s car trouble, it was better than something being wrong but it wasn’t exactly ‘good’ either. “It's my parent's thirty fifth anniversary and everyone was wanting to do something special.” Straight to business was probably the best approach. She nodded at the words and scribbled a note to herself. “This isn't a place they'd usually come, but I know mom's talked about it before.” No, she would have remembered if his mom had been in, and even when they had been dating his mom hadn’t frequented the restaurant. When his words faltered she glanced from the paper she hadn’t realized she’d been staring at. “Where did you want to start? The menu? Or guest count?” Right, work stuff.

“Guest count, from there we can determine what the best options are for the menu, what will be the most cost effective and if any special dishes need to be made for guests with allergies.” She scribbled a few things on the paper, tapping her pen against the pad idly between words. “Do you want to get a room?” She questioned, her gaze focused on the man for a moment before she realized the awkward phrasing of her question. “Or you can sit in the dining room but most people opt for the room, “ she paused to gesture to the partitioned area around them “you need a deposit for that but it guarantees privacy.” That was smooth, right?
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