Blake tried hitting on all three of her restaurant staff. It was wildly unprofessional, and unsuccessful to boot.
Then I paged through her address book and invited over the person she has the best relationship with. But this dude, with his male-pattern baldness and his weird little soul patch, turned her down, too!
I gave up and fired the chef. He was broken, or maybe just a lousy chef? After seven hours of work he had yet to produce a single dish for the customers. Plus he looked creepy af. Would you want this dude baking your fish pie? (That’s not a weird euphemism. He’s literally baking fish pie.)