Half way through the luncheon, Daphne went to grab a knife from the dirty dish pile. It's sharp blade sliced her index finger, and she dropped it back into the black bin. Daphne figured she wrap it up before Chef could see her mistake. Every kitchen had a first aid kit, right? As she went to unlatch the kit's lock, Scuba grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. "Never touch that, or Chef will know someone got hurt. If someone gets hurt, someone gets fired. Got it?" he told her before dragging her to his work station. Daphne watched as he pulled a band aid from a small black wristlet. Inside was multiple band aids, hand wipes, some cash, and chap stick. Daphne had seen him access it before, but he had never taken it home with him. It always stayed at his station. Now she knew why. It was a kit for emergencies which was a smart idea.

Scuba jumped at the first chance he could get to being close with Daphne. This instance she had cut her finger on one of the knives used to cut the meats they prepared everyday. As any newbie would do, she headed straight for the first aid kit. Scuba cut her off there. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him. Now that he was actually staring at her, he saw how beautiful her eyes were. They were the perfect shade of hazel that complimented her ginger hair so well. He explained about how particular Chef was about injuries, and then he wrapped his hand around Daphne's uncut hand. He led her to his station and grabbed his kit. He pulled out a band aid and wrapped it around her delicate finger that had a pearl of blood that was slowly growing larger. "There. You should really get a kit." he explained as she watched him. She nodded and mentioned about she would never need one if she was stuck on kitchen duty. He felt bad she was stuck in the wash area doing the dishes. That is where he had started out before getting promoted through the ranks. It took him a year of dish washing before being able to cut a tomato, and even then Chef stood over his shoulder as he diced that tomato into one inch cubes. Scuba hoped Daphne would not have that same fate because he wanted her to work alongside him as a prep cook. That way they could have meaningless conversations about nothing as he fell for more and more. Scuba knew there was a connection. He was in love, and he wanted Daphne as his own.

As it approached the end of the celebration luncheon, Daphne was behind on dishes. The people at the luncheon did not understand the word reusing. Daphne sighed as a busboy brought back another bin of dirty plates that need to be wash. "Can you stop bringing more back to wash? I am four buckets behind now." she asked as he walked off to collect more. In an attempt to organize what she had to wash, Daphne lifted the newest bin to move it. She underestimated the weight of it, and in less than a second of lifting it, she was on the floor. Five plates laid shattered on the tile floor, and Daphne was on the verge of a panic attack. Just as she was gathering her bearings, Chef Jeff walked in. He did look infuriated at that moment, but Daphne knew he would blow soon. "I will get new plates, I promise. It is just..." she began, but she could not physically finish. Her throat tightened, and her tears were on the verge of rolling down her face. She rushed from the room and towards the nearest room which happened to be the storage room.

Upon her entrance into the room filled with vegetables and other various food, Daphne let it all go. The tears streamed down her face as she sniffled and tried to calm down. The swinging door settled back into it's place before being shoved open again by Chef Jeff. Daphne buried her face deeper into the spices on the shelf not knowing that the only guy she had a crush on was right behind her. He tapped her shoulder, and she assumed it was Scuba. "Go away Scuba!" she screamed at the top her lungs before turning around. Big mistake to assume. There was Chef Jeff staring at her in this emotional state. "I am so sorry Chef. I did not know it was you, and I am sorry for breaking the plates, and I am fine." she stuttered as Chef examined her face. She was going to get fired now more than ever because she just screamed at him. "First, you are not fine. And next, You can call me Jeff. Having an emotional break down in my storage room merits you to call me Jeff." he explained as he stepped closer to her. His arms crossed against his chest. "It is a long story. I just let things go to my head" Daphne sighed.

Chef nodded. What would he do? His staff was in the kitchen working their butts off and knew this was not allowed. And here was he, listening to Daphne, giving her special treatment. He could not help she was attractive. "Well, I can get Scuba to take over your shift, do you want to go home?" he suggested. "Home is the worst place for me to be. I rather just work." she said as she adjusted her apron strap. Daphne stepped out from her hiding area, and she wiped away the tears. "Well if you want to break some more plates. It might be more effective at home. Don't rush. Professional dishwashing does not qualify in the Olympics." he said before heading back into the kitchen. Tears streamed down her face as he left. Here she was a wreck, and he was standing right there. It was probably a horrible impression of her. She stood there as the water works came again. It would be a hard day.

[A/N: I hope you enjoyed chapter four, and do not forget to leave reviews.]