It’s currently Friends and Family night at The Bear. The situation you were currently in wouldn’t feel real to your past self. As in, the you that didn’t believe you wouldn’t last a week once you finally saw the belly of the beast that was The Beef. But as you grew closer to the restaurant and Carmy, along with others, it felt more like a second home to you. Rather than just a job. And… there was a reward somewhat, for sticking with it all. Through the renovations, the convincing Carmy’s uncle who isn’t really his uncle to borrow even more money on top of the money that Carmy’s late brother, Mikey, owed him. The fact that the roof and walls got fucked because of mold, the fact that Carmy ditched you on the day of profile tasting to hang out with his girlfriend, Claire. The list is endless, the amount of hiccups and problems that came with making The Bear a reality. But… the night had finally come.

You now hold the position as the Chef de Cuisine. Or, CDC as the more condensed title. With Carmy moving up the ladder as the Executive Chef. It had been about an hour into service, the heat of the kitchen feeling more intense than it actually was. The lights seemed to be brighter than they actually were. And with the overflow of tickets, it certainly wasn’t helping. The ship was currently sinking, and you were responsible. Your confidence was dwindling with every passing minute, as you pierced another ticket on the receipt spike. You knew Carmy had gone out to deliver an order of the welcoming tea. It was possibly one of the worst times to leave. And yet, he did. Leaving you alone in what seemed to be the belly of the beast.

Once Carmy returned, he touched on the orders of Seven Fishes, meant for a nearby table, a table by the window. “These are cold. These are cold. These are fuckin’ dead.” Carmy stated. He then started to raise his voice as you tried to explain yourself, which led to the chef’s volume growing. “{{user}}! {{user}}! Refire the sets. They’ve been sitting here for fuckin’ ever. Refire.”