Beck's Restaurant (Beck's by the Bay)

[BECK MURRAY COOPER]

Beck unlocked the back entrance and let himself inside. One of the perks of owning your own restaurant that you can set your own hours; he knew what he had to get done before Beck's by the Bay would be open for dinner so he could sleep in.

He flicked on the lights in the kitchen, but left the dining room dark. He didn't want to be bothered. This was his ritual. He set out the ingredients for his special dishes, lit the flames on the stove-tops and made sure his bread dough had risen enough to bake.

I'm just glad I have a sanctuary, he thought. So many people don't have a place to unwind or calm themselves down. But this kitchen, running this restaurant, he found a peace there.

If he didn't have this place, he might've gone down the wrong path. His temper could've allowed him to pick a fight with the wrong person and get swept up into a dangerous crowd. But this place kept him grounded and sane.

Sometimes he hoped he could share this with someone special. Not just the wait-staff or another chef, but someone that understood how much it meant to him. Someone like a soul mate.

Beck left things sizzling and baking in the kitchen and headed out to the small bar in the main restaurant. He kept it stocked with all the basics and some of the local's favorites.

He usually needed a stiff drink once his thinking became too deep.

It's gonna be a long day

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[CANDICE ROSE PETERSON]

i'm not just someone else to push around.
i've got my own moves, my own sound.

Candice loved snow. It was one of her favorite things. It was so pretty, and untouched snow was one of the most beautiful things ever. Of course, she had seen snow before. Lots of times. It lost it's playful appeal after she turned about twelve, but she still loved to look at it. That's what she was doing now, actually--looking at the snow.

There had been a storm sometime overnight, and it had left a thick blanket of the stuff coating the sidewalks and streets. The streets had been plowed, of course, and some of the sidewalks were shoveled off. No one except her would have dared walk through the stuff. Candice had thigh-high leather boots on that kept the snow from getting to her feet and a thick wool coat to keep the coat out. Her red hair stoof out brightly in contrast to all the plain colors of her outfit and surroundings. Winter was fun, but it was just so bland.

Seemingly satisfied with the view, the redhead moved from her view of the street and trees. Delicate footprints trailed behind her, and if one cared enough to follow them they would find they led all the way back to the Peterson house about a mile away. The walk was nothing compared to the runs Candice would do when the weather was nice. She ran everywhere she could. It would have been easier to drive, especially in the winter, but she was determined. And so she walked.

It wasn't long until she came up to some stores near the bay. A few of them were clothing shops, but most of them sold some variety of food, be it candy, bread, doughnuts, or burgers. The one she headed to was an actual restraunt, one she hadn't been to before. Seeing it she shoved her hand in her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. The adresses matched perfectly. Without hesitation she marched up to the door.

"Hello, anybody in there?" She called, pounding on the door with a fist. "Sorry to bother you. I called a few days ago and never got a reply, so I wanted to stop by." Her voice would have carried inside. All the way to the kitchens, most likely. She wasn't the kind of person that got ignored, and her voice was part of the reason.

this beat is the one i dance for.
this music is the kind i live for.
word count- 395
tagged- beck
outfit- here, with taller boots
notes- uhm, hi?
credits- allll me