carmen never wanted to disinfect so badly in his life just to rid of the lingering scent he's smelling around the kitchen that is yours.

vanilla extract and marlboro that trails after you as you passes by, have him turning his head each damn time, like a habit, like a moth to a flame.

firing you is not your loss. working in his resto is not your top priority. you cook, and he hates your guts.

even now with you standing by the backdoor of his resto late at night.