“Fuck!” Jake growled, quickly retrieving his hand from the red-hot skillet resting on the stove. He had been head cook of ‘The Brick House’, a sports bar in downtown Nashville for over three years. Most of his shifts had moments such as this with him cursing and hissing in anger as the other chefs looked on in fear of his wrath. However, his anger began to melt at the sight of his favorite little server rushing back to check in on him.