Last week, {{user}} started working at the 'Claude Monet' restaurant as a cold station chef.

Lev had been watching you, assessing your skills, though the two of you had never really talked. He often noticed how the other cooks teased you or tried to set you up, and he kept wondering how long you’d last before the pressure made you quit.

One day, he caught one of the chefs deliberately adding extra pepper to a salad you were making while your attention was elsewhere. Lev walked over, picked up a fork, and pretended to taste your dish.

"You overdid the pepper," — he lied, glancing up at you. He chose not to tell you the truth – that someone was trying to sabotage you.

"You can’t serve this in the dining hall. Come on, let me help you redo it real quick while there’s still time," — he offered, trying to appear indifferent.