Italy x Waitress! Reader- Cooking Classes

-This is a request from CatGwmen . This story takes place in Italy-

"Stupid jerk!" you muttered to yourself angrily. Your stupid jerk of a boss had just fired you from his five star restaurant. You were, no had been, the head chef but you had steadily gotten better at cooking than the boss.

He had fired you out of spite, he wanted to be the best cook in the restaurant. You were walking down the street looking for another place to submit your resume. Five restaurants had already declined, saying they couldn't afford you, and you were growing worried.

You needed a job otherwise you wouldn't be able to send money back to your sick mom. She had recently been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease and the medical bills were ridiculous. You rubbed your tired eyes and yawned.

A wonderful smell was wafting through the air and you followed the fantastic smell to a small restaurant. It was very cute and homely and brought a smile to your face. You walked in and a sign directed you to seat yourself.

After sitting for a few minutes a man came out to greet you. He was taller than you by a few inches, you were pretty short, and had light auburn hair with a strange curl coming off the left side of his head.

"Ciao parli italiano, bella?" Living in Italy for so long you've picked up on a few words but still weren't fluent. You understood the first part of the sentence but still didn't know what that last word meant.

You had heard it before but it sounded like it was just added to the end of a sentence so you had no context to figure it out. "Only a little." He smiled, his eyes still closed, and started speaking in English.

"Sorry if your order takes to long, i just lost my other employee so it's-a just me-a. So bella what would you like?" There was that word again, oh maybe you could give him your resume.
"I'd like some gelato and i was wondering, are you hiring?"

"Si, bella, are you a waitress?"
"Well i normally cook but i used to be a waitress at my first job." You handed him your printed out resume and he looked over it. You could now see that his eyes were a light brown and were very pretty.

"Wow, this was a nice restaurant you worked at. If you don't mind me asking, why did you leave?"
"I got fired. My boss was a very jealous man and i became a better cook than him so he fired me."
"Aww thats-a to bad. Well i would love for you to work for me-a," his words brightened your gloomy day.

"Really? Oh thank you... i don't know your name."
"It's Feliciano Vargas, i own this restaurant. And what's your name?"
"_____ _____"

***time skip about three months***

You had been a waitress for a while now and while you loved working for Feli, as he let you call him, you wanted to cook again. You were worried that if you brought it up to Feli he wouldn't want your help.

He was such an amazing cook, far better than yourself, and you wanted to learn from him.
"H-hey Feli, could you maybe teach me how to cook?"
"But bella, i thought you already knew how to-a cook?"
"I do but your so much better at it."

He smiled and nodded. He walked over and took your hand making you blush, you couldn't help but have a crush on the sweet handsome man, and he led you to the large kitchen. It was after hours so you wouldn't be interrupted by any customers.

"So lets make-a pasta."
"Feli, i know how to make pasta."
"What kinds bella?"
"Agnolotti, bucatini, Eliche, Orzo, and a bunch of others."
"But do you know how to make tortellini?"

Oh that cursed dish! It was one that you couldn't seem to be able to make no matter how hard you try. It just never turned out.
"No, it never works when i try."
"Then I'll teach you to make-a tortellini."  

***time skip half an hour***

You had finished the easy part and now came shaping the noodles with the cheese inside, this was the beginning of the end every time you had attempted the dish. The noodles just wouldn't curl right.

You were in heated battle with a noodle when you heard Feli's sweet laughter behind you.
"W-what?"
"Bella, you look like your at war with a noodle," his laughter was contagious and soon you were laughing with him. He came around behind your and held the tops of your hands.

You could feel his heartbeat against your back and it was extremely soothing.
"Now this is how you shape the noodles." His hands moved yours and you tried to pay attention but his smell and his warm hands kept distracting you.

"Do you get it now bella?" His breath tickled your ear and sent a shiver down your spine.
"Feli, what does bella mean?" He chuckled at you could feel his stomach move against your back.

"It means beautiful." A dark blush came across your face, that's what he's been calling you. It wasn't just a verbal tick.

"O-oh well thank you." He turned you around to face him, his usual warm smile greeted your red skin, as he kissed your cheek.
"I like you-a lot ____. Would you be my girlfriend?"

He had a pleading look in his eye now and you put a flour-covered hand to his cheek.
"Of course Feli."
"Yay! That's happy." He brought down his lips to meet yours and you kissed him back.

Maybe that boss wasn't such a jerk, without getting fired you wouldn't have met this adorable, lovable man. And the cooking classes were just getting started.