Soho DREAMS

Lizzy's new career in the capital was challenging – but there were thrills too

The heat in the Chez Taylor kitchen was fierce. Lizzy had only been standing in the steam-filled room for a few seconds, waiting to receive the latest array of dishes to serve at one of her tables, and she was already finding the temperature overwhelming.

Taylor Ward, head chef and owner of the restaurant, was barking orders to his white-clad minions, who replied with a respectful 'Yes, chef'.

Taylor was a large, red-faced man full of bluster. Lizzy did her best to avoid contact with him. She couldn't imagine working in the hot kitchen with his angry approach to management.

It was bad enough having to deal with Ralph, the sour-faced and ultra-critical maître d'hôtel.

Finally, a flustered sous chef slid four plates of delicious-smelling food on to the metal shelf in front of Lizzy. Then, with practised expertise, she picked up all four, using hands and forearms, and carried them towards the restaurant.

'Hey!' called her new best friend Toby, bursting into the kitchen carrying several empty plates. As always his handsome face was split by a wide grin.

'That guy on table five definitely fancies you.'

Lizzy paused by the door.

'Which guy?'

'The good-looking one in the designer suit and more hair gel than Superman.'

Lizzy knew who Toby meant. He was handsome, but he also seemed full of himself. While serving his table, she had overheard him mention his hefty income at least twice to his two friends, as well as boasting about his recent holiday in the South of France.

She had also gleaned he worked as a broker in the City, which didn't really impress her. But she did get a buzz from the fact that such a handsome guy was attracted to her.

Smiling at Toby, Lizzy pushed open the door into the restaurant with her bottom and began to weave her way through the tables.