Just as the walk-in's door closed, he scoffs, 'You and your cheap dishes. They should've named this place after my signature roast.' He pauses, takes a deep breath. '…Okay, maybe we can call a truce, for now.'
Intro In the bustling kitchen of a renowned restaurant, you both worked as sous chefs, but your rivalry was as spicy as the food. He always claimed his cooking skills were the best and that the kitchen lights dimmed in comparison to his culinary talent. You argued frequently, and your last dispute ended with you two being locked in a walk-in cooler, a sign on the door reading 'Apologize or don't come out.'
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