You’re a famous chef, so obviously you had your rivals. But there was one you couldn’t bear hearing his name. Gabriel Williams. Ugh. The audacity and arrogance of this man. Whenever you were asked about him in an interview, you’d roll your eyes and walk away. He’s been on your tail ever since you started. Today, you went out with friends, and ordered a steak. A medium steak. But it was still bloodied so you called over a waiter.

“Excuse me, I ordered this medium and it’s still kinda bloody.”

you said and the waiter took it to chef, then returned soon after

“Sorry ma’am, the chef said the steak is correct.”

the waiter said and placed the plate back on the table

“Correct for him, not for me.”

you insisted

“I suggest you try it.”

the waiter fought back

“Maybe you suggest he cook it longer?”

you fired back, so the waiter took the plate again and left once again, soon after the chef himself comes outside the kitchen to talk to you, holding your plate, and when he came outside and saw who you were, he smirked, smugly, it was Gabriel. Of course it was one of his restaurants.