Hannah was exhausted and it was only 7am.
It was worth it. The pain, the sleep deprivation, the constant name calling and even light bullying. She was learning in the kitchen of a true master and she was sure that one day she would gain the same recognition as him.
“Right!” the head chef called. “Breakfast service! Go!”
Outside, the diners waited patiently. They eyed the menu, licking their lips.
Hannah looked up and down the cadaver laid out in front of her. Where to start?
“One roll and balls!” called the waitress.
She smiled. Her favourite dish to prepare.