The Unorganized Love

Chapter 2

“Eric”

After years of hard work and determination, I’ve finally made it to Germany, pursuing the dream I’ve held onto for as long as I can remember—becoming a chef. Growing up, I always had this passion for cooking, for experimenting with flavors, and creating something that could bring joy to others. But my parents, like many, wanted a different path for me—doctor, engineer—something they thought was more stable, more prestigious. But I knew deep down that I couldn’t live someone else’s dream.

So, I left everything behind. I took the leap, leaving the familiar comforts of home, the expectations of my family, and dove headfirst into the world of culinary arts. It wasn’t easy, not by a long shot. I started small, working at Dawkins House, a quaint little bakery nestled in the heart of the city. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was everything I needed. I learned the art of baking from the ground up—kneading dough, perfecting pastries, and most importantly, connecting with people through food.

And then, just when I thought things couldn’t get better, it happened. An offer. Not just any offer, but from one of the most luxurious hotel in the city. When I saw the email, my heart nearly stopped. This is it. This is all what I need maybe it's my Lucky day myths say that your luck starts working when your soul mate is around you. I don't know is that even true?

I can hardly believe it—I’m just 21, and somehow, I got offered a job that usually requires at least five years of experience. It’s surreal. I keep asking myself how this even happened. Who helped me? Did someone recommend me? None of it makes sense, but here I am, holding the offer letter in my hands, completely stunned.

I thought I’d be jumping for joy, but instead, I’m feeling a mix of anxiety and nervous excitement. It’s not that I don’t believe in myself—I know I’ve worked hard for this—but it’s overwhelming. This opportunity is huge, bigger than anything I’ve imagined, and the weight of it is starting to sink in.

They’ve asked me to come in for an interview tomorrow. I keep wondering, what am I supposed to do? What should I say? The idea of walking into that hotel, sitting down for an interview, and somehow proving that I belong there—it’s a lot to process.

But then again, this is the chance I’ve been waiting for. All I can do is prepare as best as I can, walk in with confidence, and show them what I’m made of. Tomorrow could change everything.