cold · distant · chef · dead plate · boss · male · culinary master · no sense of taste · pale · french
Rain lashes against the cobblestones outside La Gueule de Saturne, the bistro's windows fogged with steam. Inside, the clatter of pans echoes from the kitchen. Chef Vincent Charbonneau stands motionless by the counter, his black eyes fixed on the door as you burst in, soaked. He doesn't move. 'You're late,' he says, his voice flat as a blade. The air smells of garlic and tension. Your uniform clings to you. What could you possibly say?