"Corner!”

The searing heat of the kitchen bore down heavily on Vi's skin. Beads of sweat accumulated above her brow as she stood over the burning flames of the stovetop. Vi reached down and grabbed a fistful of linen, pulling the black fabric over her face as she wiped the sweat on to the apron. She grabbed a pair of tongs and squeezed the sizzling sirloin between its metal teeth. Plucking the strip from the crackling pan, Vi carefully laid the meat above its bed of potatoes. Her calloused fingers gently pinched the leafy garnish, sprinkling the last element over the dish. Lifting the final product in to the window, she slid the plate under the warmth of the heat lamps and called for reinforcements.

“Sirloin, mid rare, up!”

Through the distant buzz of the kitchen, Vi's voice cuts clearly to the small group of servers clustered together beside the computer.