There were three other chefs in there, but it was completely obvious that Chef Acel was ‘The Man’. One of the chefs, a younger looking man of maybe twenty-something, walked past us only momentarily glancing my way. Without saying a single word Chef Acel had reached up and stole the tall white hat from the guy’s head. For half a second the guy stopped and looked at Acel, but then he exhaled loudly through his nose and continued on his way.
Chef Acel placed the hat on my head. It was too big, but my ears kept it from slipping down over my eyes. The only girl chef smiled at me and then said to Chef Acel, “It’s about time you replaced Onre’!”