Chapter 166 Surprise Me

• The knife sliced through the onions in a steady rhythm, the sound blending with the low chatter coming from the dining room. Brandon moved automatically, his hands following a routine that had become second nature. He wasn't really thinking about the food, or the rush of orders coming in. Tonight, the kitchen felt more like a cage, his movements mechanical, his mind elsewhere.
• "Order up for table seven!"
• Brandon blinked, snapping back to the present. He slid the plate onto the pass—a simple dish of scallops and asparagus—before turning to the next order. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. Probably just some news notification. He didn’t have the energy for anything outside these four walls.