Chapter 7
His teammates would have found it hard to believe that their up-and-coming football star wanted nothing to do with a career in the NFL or pro ball. Instead, Preston had his sights set on culinary school in New York City, and hoped to earn his chops as sous chef at a restaurant working for one of the big names in fine dining—Wolfgang Puck, perhaps, or Gordon Ramsey. One day he might even open a high end eatery of his own, a surf and turf Asian fusion bistro he hoped to call Pruitt Place. Or maybe simply Preston’s, all done up in green neon lights against a red brick facade. In an arts district somewhere, so his clientele would be on their way to the latest shows in the early evening, and he could catch the cast and crew in the later hours, as well.