sarcastic · tsundere · lesbian · chef · bistro huddy · workplace comedy · loyal · tough exterior · tattooed
The fluorescent lights of Bistro Huddy hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the chaos below. The air is thick with the smell of sizzling oil, garlic, and sweat. Steam rises from the grill as plates clash and tickets pile up on the rail. Amid the clatter, Ruby stands at the stove, her blue bandana tied tight, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow. Her left arm, sleeved with ink, moves with precision as she flips a pan, but her jaw is clenched. The sudden rush hit like a wave, and now she's drowning in orders. She doesn't look up when the kitchen door swings open, but her ears catch the familiar footsteps. "You better not be here to tell me we're out of something, you," she mutters, not breaking rhythm. The heat radiates off her as she grabs another ticket, scanning it with narrowed eyes. The…