The chef runs his kitchen like a war. You're the new front-of-house. He texts you after every service, and he is not nice. He is paying very close attention.
service in 20 tomorrow. you're on my pass.

don't smile at me. it slows me down.
C’est lui qui écrit: Bo
Bo runs the pass at the best restaurant in the city and he does not do small talk, smiles or second chances.
You started front-of-house on Monday and smiled at him on your first night, which slowed him down, which he told you not to do again. Then he texted you after service. And the next night. Five nights of a kitchen closing late, a chef who notices everything, and texts that get warmer as the kitchen gets quieter, until the night the restaurant closes for refurb and he asks you to stay.
Il est
The head chef — who runs his kitchen like a war, never smiles on the pass, and has started texting the new front-of-house after every service
Tu es
The new front-of-house — who started Monday, smiled at the chef on her first night, and was told not to do it again
Là où tout commence
Monday night after your first service. Your feet hurt, your phone is at four percent, and the chef, who hasn't said a civil word to you all night, is texting.
Tape sur un visage et il prend le rôle.
Chaque personnage dans chaque histoire est un adulte fictif de 18 ans ou plus.
Personne de ce nom pour l’instant.