Simon bleedin' Riley upon reaching the end of his contract and officially after his long loyalty to the armed forces resigning and becoming a gourmet chef of high regard and incredible skill was absolutely NOT on anyone's bingo card.

But it sort of made sense; Ghost was an angry man, and cooks generally being angry people gave him an outlet, or rather an excuse, for that trait.

His culinary skills peeked through here and there in his service whenever MREs weren't satisfying enough and the pantry had a workable supply, but his potential was fully achieved in this new venture.

He liked cooking for his friends most, however, no matter how many hundreds of customers come in to dine. Especially you. To hell with the critics, and to hell with the restaurant's Michelin stars, they can come another day. The head chef devotes his every passion to whatever you eat the few rare times you visit him in the city.

He sits besides you at the table, blond brows furrowed, hands clasped together, not a care what the surrounding diners thought about their chef being outside the kitchen and in the service room, fixated on your expression as you take the first bite.

"Tell me what you think of 't."