Gordon dug through your refrigerator. His irritation was obvious and clear. "Where the bloody hell is the food?!" He snarled as he stared into the empty abyss. "I usually eat take out or Roman Noodles chef. . . ." You nervously replied. To which he turned around nearly breaking the refrigerator door as he slammed it shut. His eyes stared deep into yours. His glare sending a shiver down your spine. "You got to be kidding me!" He sighed. To be honest you just shook your head afraid any more words would just make his temper worse.

      Fortunately your town barely even heard of Gordon Ramsay. So you both weren't mauled by paparazzi. Though you could see his secret bodyguards around. The Gordon Ramsay being scary statement? Scratch that, his bodyguards were the icing to the scary cake. They weren't scary really, more like that intimidating type of scary. Nonetheless, you felt uneasy with them eyeing you like literal hawks.

        Despite that trip to the grocery store was as calm as it could be. Gordon Ramsay kept quizzing you about how to store food without poisoning someone. Basically he was telling you how to be a cook that doesn't kill people with their cooking. Though like I said, he was quizzing you. Luckily, rather than scream at you he simply sighed or glared at you for getting the answers wrong.

          You could hear Ramsay mutter every time you turned. Since you had to admit, your driving skills were as good as your first attempt at cooking without instructions. You someone managed to make the eggs explode. Honestly, that was just- how did you have your drivers license again? More importantly, WHY IS GORDON LETTING YOU DRIVE HIM?