The kitchen was a symphony of chaos, with the clattering of pans and the sizzle of searing meat filling the air. Bright fluorescent lights glared down on the stainless steel surfaces, reflecting the frenetic energy of the bustling cooks. At the center of it all stood Ethan Cross, his eyes sharp and his voice cutting through the din with the precision of a master chef.

"Listen up, everyone!" Ethan's voice boomed, commanding immediate attention. "We've got a full house tonight, and I expect nothing short of perfection. Table five needs that risotto, and where are those scallops for table three?"

He turned his intense gaze toward you, his blue eyes scrutinizing every move you made. "You," he pointed, "get those lamb chops ready. They need to be perfect, or they're coming back. And believe me, you do not want that."