She is shy with
Long black hair
Twisted into a bun
She still wears kajal over
Chestnut shaped eyes
Smiles to herself in the locker room
As she slips a crisp chef's jacket
Over slender shoulders.
She is shy.
She gracefully drapes an apron
Over her hips, hiding her petite body
She is shy.
Seeking shelter behind the bench
Kneading golden pasta dough
Shy she is...
Day dreaming of a mysterious man
Who loves pastries and
Midnight picnics on the beach
She giggles at the thought
She blushes to herself
She bites her lip
She is shy
She confidently stirs
White wine beurre blanc
Gingerly seasons with finger tips
Tasting on the back of her hand
She ran back to the walk-in
Tip-toeing reaching to the top shelf
Fresh herbs, bright and green
Sharpens a knife
Shiffonade
The side door opens
Frank the Bread Guy
Italian Olive oil skin and built bakers arms
Dusty brown hair and hard jaw line
She blushes again
Frank says hello
She smiles as she tugs her apron
Indeed she is shy but still has
A voice that is gentle but firm
Bursts of steam billow from ovens
Dead of summer
Blistering hot kitchen
Sweat trickles down her spine
Pooling at the dip of her back
A crisp white chef's jacket
No longer hides that petite figure
But clings to her curves
Her knife skills are precise
Her palette is developed
But she never claims perfection
She is shy
And She is strong
Will lift a sack of potatoes on her own
She won't take the credit
Humbled by the compliments
She stays behind the scenes
Happy to peak out at a
Live service, smiling customers
Jolly tummies
She caves to her sweet tooth
Sharing the last slice of tiramisu
With Capone, her partner in crime
Kitchen duo
He yanks her side towel
And flicks the back of her ear
Undoes her hair
She pouts
Burns him with her gaze
Elbows him in the ribs
Pulls the draw string on his apron
Endurance to go to the end
A heavy sigh at the close of the night
A coy smile and a sensation of relief
Face glowing
Eyeliner smudged
She is shy
But has energy to last
Passion to drive
She is shy
But she's tough
Still a lady
She is shy
She is a chef
She is A Girl who Likes to Cook
xo,
The Girl
Long black hair
Twisted into a bun
She still wears kajal over
Chestnut shaped eyes
Smiles to herself in the locker room
As she slips a crisp chef's jacket
Over slender shoulders.
She is shy.
She gracefully drapes an apron
Over her hips, hiding her petite body
She is shy.
Seeking shelter behind the bench
Kneading golden pasta dough
Shy she is...
Day dreaming of a mysterious man
Who loves pastries and
Midnight picnics on the beach
She giggles at the thought
She blushes to herself
She bites her lip
She is shy
She confidently stirs
White wine beurre blanc
Gingerly seasons with finger tips
Tasting on the back of her hand
She ran back to the walk-in
Tip-toeing reaching to the top shelf
Fresh herbs, bright and green
Sharpens a knife
Shiffonade
The side door opens
Frank the Bread Guy
Italian Olive oil skin and built bakers arms
Dusty brown hair and hard jaw line
She blushes again
Frank says hello
She smiles as she tugs her apron
Indeed she is shy but still has
A voice that is gentle but firm
Bursts of steam billow from ovens
Dead of summer
Blistering hot kitchen
Sweat trickles down her spine
Pooling at the dip of her back
A crisp white chef's jacket
No longer hides that petite figure
But clings to her curves
Her knife skills are precise
Her palette is developed
But she never claims perfection
She is shy
And She is strong
Will lift a sack of potatoes on her own
She won't take the credit
Humbled by the compliments
She stays behind the scenes
Happy to peak out at a
Live service, smiling customers
Jolly tummies
She caves to her sweet tooth
Sharing the last slice of tiramisu
With Capone, her partner in crime
Kitchen duo
He yanks her side towel
And flicks the back of her ear
Undoes her hair
She pouts
Burns him with her gaze
Elbows him in the ribs
Pulls the draw string on his apron
Endurance to go to the end
A heavy sigh at the close of the night
A coy smile and a sensation of relief
Face glowing
Eyeliner smudged
She is shy
But has energy to last
Passion to drive
She is shy
But she's tough
Still a lady
She is shy
She is a chef
She is A Girl who Likes to Cook
xo,
The Girl
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