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It was not as if the was applying any unecessary strength in his grip, of course, but he wasn’t delicate either. After bringing her out of the salon, he eventually let her go, especially because she demanded so. His face was serious and impatient, all he could think of was how much he wanted to fire the girl for the scene she caused. As if she heard his thoughts, the woman began talking about how she would quit. “I was not even going to bother.” He said immediately, but it was just so he could have a comeback of some sort, considering that yes, he really wanted to do it. “Although I would not really bet on your common sense.” He complemented, bitter as usual, holding a piece of his shirt so it would not stick on his torso. When Emre heard her, he could not hold back a mocking laugh, believing none of her words. Of course he could not know how much she was right, considering he had not eaten the girl’s food yet. “Maybe you could get a new job as a comedian. Or just in a circus, really.” He complemented, right before entering the bathroom so he’d clean the mess the woman made. What he hadn’t noticed was that the women’s toilet was out of use on that corridor, which meant there was only one bathroom available on that side of the hall. Emre took his shirt as fast as he could, wanting to get rid of the sensation of the sticky sauce in his skin, but before he could star washing his clothing or his body, he was baffled to see that damn girl again. “Wha- crazy woman, what are you doing here? You already ruined things, can I at least clean myself in peace?” 

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his grip wasn’t tight, but alara didn’t like someone pulling her along as if she was a child, even if in the moment she was acting a bit childish. it didn’t matter how good looking he was, he had no right to do so. when he said he wasn’t even going to bother, alara rolled her eyes and let out a laugh, “oh right. you’ll probably have your girlfriend who called me a savage do it.” she said shaking her head. her arms were still crossed over her chest in annoyance and frustration, wanting to be done with conversation already. if she hadn’t left her phone in the kitchen she would have been trying to get a taxi out of there already. when he called her a comedian alara fumed, letting out a deep breath, trying not to go off on him again, but before she could even say anything he was gone down the hallway to the mens room. when she saw the sign saying the womens room was closed, it gave her a good opportunity to follow him and give him a final peice of her mind. how dare this man say she was a joke when he’d refused to even try a bite of the food? she spoke loudly as she burst through the door of the mens room, “listen here, i’ll have you know i--” her words stopped, as she saw him standing there with his shirt off. quickly she recomposed herself and continued though, “i’ll have you know i studied for a long time and know more about food and cooking than you ever will.”

THE O.C. (2003—2007) 1x07 | 2x11

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Too used to getting things his way, and usually very easily, the fact that he had to request his modified dish a second time was itself reason enough for him to get irritated. And he really wasn’t expecting to see the plate with the same food for the third time, except now it wasn’t that same waiter but a young - and pretty, really pretty - girl. Emre watched the cook approach his table and with obvious annoyance stared at her as soon as she was close enough. He wasn’t one to be gentle in general, and it would not be different with someone who couldn’t do their job properly; in this case, obeying the person that was paying the buffet. He looked at Emir, who in a second understood that Emre was really on the verge of yelling there. “I don’t want to” He answered simply, leaning back on the chair. If it was not an important event, he would probably had elevated his tone or asked straight for the manager to deal with that. As he did not want to cause a scene, Akman managed to maintain his figure strict and serious. “I’m not requesting anything too hard, it’s actually the opposite. Just serve me without the sauce, and that is it. Thank you” Innocently, he presumed that would be enough for him to finally have his fucking dinner. Ha! Why would he, right? It was not like the universe had his back, anyway. That girl really wanted to make everything difficult, considering she once more refused to change the dish. “Look, what if I was allergic to something in the sauce? You’d have to take it off, right? So just go on and do that” He even tried one last time, but when another negative came, he was done. “Ok, that’s it. Please, call your boss here. I’d like to speak with hi—“ Before he could finish his Karen moment, that damn sauce was all over his body. Luckily, all that talking guaranteed the dish was no longer too hot. Instinctively, he jumped from his seat as soon as the warm food touched his clothes. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?” That time, not even Allah himself could make Akman’s voice low in tone. ‘Emre, calm down, please’ Emir requested, whilst Leyla seemed just as displeased with the cook. ‘What have you done? Savage woman. You’re fired!!’ She immediately said, to which normally, Emre would’ve probably remember her that she should not make any decisions for him. Still, her being fired after that felt quite obvious at that point. He would not know if that was her normal state, or the girl was just having a bad day, but she appeared to not be scared by Leyla’s words and started to talk back. “Okay, okay. Stop it. Leyla, please. Let me deal with this” Emre tried to take the situation’s control back, so the party wouldn’t be ruined. “Emir, take care of Miss Nazmyie. I’ll resolve this” The man announced, right before turning to Alara. “You. You come with me” He took her arm and carried her away from the salon, hoping to not be embarrassed any further.

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somewhere in the back of her mind, alara knew that acting so irrationally would only land her in trouble. however in the moment she didn’t care, too annoyed by her conversation with her cousin and now one of the guests not trying her food-- it pushed he annoyance level too far. “yes i would, but it was asked ahead of time if anyone had allergies, and none of my ingredients were.” she said, shaking her head again at his annoyance. surely it wouldn’t be that hard to try it. just as he began to ask for her manager, someone moved behind alara, and the scene that happened next seemed to happen in slow motion as the plate that was once resting on her hand was now on the floor of the room, the food splattered all over the guests shirt. but before she had a chance to even apologize she was being blamed as if she did it on purpose-- which given her stubbornness about his meal really would make it seem as if she did. this man had no reason to know that alara would never intentionally do such a thing, but her desire to apologize quickly vanished as she was berated by another guest. “if you’d gone with the original cook for the night you’d be eating a raw uncooked meal.” the girl sassed back at the woman who called her a savage. and she was about to say something a lot more unpleasant before she felt herself being pulled away from the salon. once they were out of the room, alara pulled her arm back away from the gentleman “don’t touch me.” she said firmly. away from the guests of the party, alara finally had a chance to look at the man before her. he really was quite attractive, and the food really was going to stain and ruin that nice looking shirt he was wearing. “you don’t need to fire me, if my boss doesn’t do it then i’ll quit myself.” she said, letting out a huff and crossing her arms over her chest. “im way too overqualified for this job anyway.” she mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes.

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this was not how alara intended her life to be going, and this certainly was not her dream job. ever since she’d dropped out of culinary school in france and moved back to istanbul, things had been hard. she had yet to find a job where she had any freedom at all or even got a chance to cook, other than the curent catering gig she had thanks to her best friend cemre. all the restaurants she had applied to would only hire her to do prep work and she knew she could do better than that. plus she knew if she moved back home her parents would ask her questions and she didn’t want to answer any. so instead she was forced to work catering events. at least tonights event was for rich people though, and her boss was-- as usual-- passed out drunk in the catering van out back. this meant that alara was free to do as she wanted, which included turning their boring fish into a delicious meal with a fresh basil-mint sauce that tasted amazing. cemre had given alara a weird look when she told her what she was making, but after making her friend try a bite her opinion was instantly changed. “its amazing, they’re gonna love it.” she’d said confidently as the dish was sent out.

finally having a moment to breath before dessert had to be finalized, alara went to check her phone. seeing a missed call from her cousin, she quickly listened to the voicemail, and let out a frustrated sigh. she was having her boyfriend stay the night and had asked alara to stay away for the night. it wasn’t the first time eda had done this to her, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. her parents would never allow her to live on her own though, so she was stuck with her. angrily she turned off her phone, shoving it into her purse and taking a deep breath trying to calm herself down, when suddenly one of the waiters came in with an untouched dish. “whats this?” she asked, the annoyance evident in her tone. when she was told the guest wanted it without her mint sauce, alara shook her hear, “no. no. im not making another this hasn’t been touched. they need to at least try it first. then if they’re unhappy i’ll change it.” she lifted her hand and waved off the waiter. her mood had been ruined by her cousin and she didn’t feel like dealing with someone questioning her meal. she turned around, returning to the stove to finish dessert-- creme brulee with a raspberry reduction-- when the waiter appeared before her again, and alara let out an annoyed sigh, setting down her spatula and taking the plate from the waiter. she entered the hall where all the guests were seated, seeing one man without a plate and she walked over to him, handing him the plate back. “you didn’t even try it.”

“Okay, Firuze abla. Please let me know if she wakes up.” Emre had his expression turned serious, worried even. It hadn’t been long since his brother’s passing, and Umut kept waking up in the middle of the night asking for her parents. It was always hard, and to be honest, it was the first time that he did not feel entirely motivated to something work related. Of course he was still there, after all, the inauguration of the Gastronomic Emporium represented the success of one of their biggest project yet, and would be good for business. It was only complicated to actually focus when his mind was far away, thinking about his niece. Not that he had any kind of parenting instinct in his body, for sure. Still, he knew all too well the pain of losing a parent at that exact age. It was not fair — not on Bora, not on him, and even less on poor Umut. Maybe if he had something else to blame it would help, he even thought at some point. Although, if there was another drive, Emre would’ve probably be sent to jail after killing the guy. But no, it wasn’t anyone’s fault; just a damn unpredicted storm that spoiled their vision. Akman didn’t even realize he got too lost in his toughts until Leyla approached him, kindly reminding about how the dinner would soon start and he had to make the speech. He put aside his personal issues for a while, repeating what he had previously rehearsed as the media took a few photos of the event. At least everything appeared to be working out perfectly, and he could soon enough be home. Some seconds full of applause followed his toast, and finally the dinner began being served. Emre sat beside Emir and Leyla, and right in front of Nezmiye - the owner of the Emporium. The conversation was going on smoothly until Akman was served his seafood with some mint sauce; which sounded ridiculous. He made a mental note to remember Emir to never approve a catering buffet’s menu without him, but decided not to make a big deal out of it. Discreetly, he asked for the waiter. “Sir, I’d like mine without the sauce” Emre then explained, and patiently waited for his dish. That, in a few minutes, came back looking the exact same. The young man was even brave enough to send a request from the kitchen for Akman to at least try it. “What? No. I’ll not taste it. I don’t…” He frowned upon realizing he was explaining himself to the staff. Keeping his voice as low as he could, his tone was already much less gentle than the first time. “Just get me the dish without the sauce. Now.”

@alaraxpolat

EdSer + Sirius

When I first found Sirius, he was taken to fight. He was covered in blood and wounds. He had a lot of wounds. I cleaned them and bandaged them for days. Somehow I brought him back to life. That’s why he trusts only me in this world

polat family & npcs

father: eren polat (52) doctor fc: ahmet mumtaz taylan

mother: çiçek polat (49) receptionist at the clinic fc: Sevinç Erbulak

aunt:  defne kaya (46) widowed by a wealthy man, doesn’t work.  fc: Müjde Evrim Alasya

cousin/roommate she lives with: eda kaya (28) secretary for a marketing company. fc: ege kokenli

best friend: cemre ozdemir (27) aspiring actress/catering waitress fc: hazal benli

high school bf she broke up with before moving to france: adem sarihan (28) owns a tea/coffee shop fc: tolga saritas

cute neighbor alara has a secret crush on: can hardal (26) bookstore owner fc: berker guven

basics:

fc: hande ercel name: alara polat age: 26 (born may 9th) sign: taurus height: 1.75 m weight:   53 kg kg occupation: culinary student/ personal chef positive traits: generous, hardworking, honest, independent negative traits: stubborn, emotional, inflexible, perfectionist

favorites:

food: pizza color: teal season: summer movie: to all the boys ive loved before animal: dogs & horses song: young blood by the naked and famous

bio:

alara was the only child born to eren and çiçek polat, and was definitely her parents little princess. both older in age when she was born, they had already had great success in their careers, and decided to move to the town of Per��embe on the black sea as soon as they found out they were pregnant. eren, an accomplished surgeon, opened a small and much needed clinic in the town, and his wife helped him run it, their little girl always close by their side.

despite the fact that she loved their small town and her fathers clinic, much to her parents dismay, she was itching to get away as soon as she could. although her father so desperately wanted her to follow his footsteps and become a doctor, alara had other plans. she dreamed of going to culinary school and one day owning her own restaurant in a big city. she cooked any opportunity she got, and also studied hard in school, even taking french so that someday she might be able to go to a french culinary school.

her parents had the financial ability to send her, so once she graduated it was only a few weeks before she was in france, studying and doing what she loved. the head chef at the culinary institute really liked alara and helped her a lot, even offering private tutoring, that tutoring came with unwanted attention and advances, and when alara said she was uncomfortable, the chef stopped, and instead started treating her poorly and grading her harshly. he managed to turn fellow students against her, and eventually alara left school--unfinished-- and came back to turkey.

she hated the look of dissappointment on her parents faces, so when she saw an advertisement for a personal chef job in the city, she applied immediately, even exaggerating on her resume a bit to get the position.

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