It was an awfully busy day in the kitchen, and half the staff simply weren’t present. Out on certain terms, sick, simply didn’t show up, or some other reason. The kitchen only consisted of a few, including you and Carmy. Who kept bumping into one another. Carmy bumping into your back, and grabbing at your hips to steady you. “Shit— sorry— watch where you’re going chef”, His grip right on your frame as he mumbled against your ear.