As the first openly non-binary contestant on America's favorite cooking show, Chef’s Special, London wants to focus on food, but the competitor stationed in front of them is too damn distracting. Dahlia has unruly hair, disarming honesty, and a tendency to trip over her own feet. Their on-screen chemistry makes them fan favorites—and they give in to their attraction off camera. But as a finale only one can win draws nearer, Dahlia and London must prove their steamy fling can stand the heat outside the kitchen.
Dahlia Woodson might have been shit at marriage, but she could dice an onion like a goddamn professional.
The first even slices, the cross hatching. The comfort in how logical and perfect it was. Dahlia had put in the work, onion after onion, until she could create consistent knife cuts every time. Until she trusted her hand, her knife, without having to think about it at all: fast and efficient and right.
When Dahlia stepped onto the set of Chef’s Special in Burbank, California on a Tuesday morning in late July, she thought about onions.
She certainly couldn’t focus on the mahogany floor under her feet, how it positively gleamed. Or how high the ceilings were, far higher than she had imagined, higher than seemed necessary. And the lights—Holy Moses, they were blinding. It was like some sort of sports stadium. For food nerds.
Dahlia walked around the soaring wooden archway behind the cooking stations that marked the rear edge of the set. It was majestic and unmistakable, like the doorway of a cathedral, if a kitchen could be a church.
She was busy staring in awe at the archway, the shining lights above.
Which was why a second later, she smacked herself right into a soft, solid wall of person.