Zara hasn’t even been there for an hour and already there are beads of sweat running down her forehead. 
“I’ve got two more orders here!” A waiter shouts as he dashes into the bustling kitchen, sticking the piece of paper onto the wall where all orders go.

“[i]Ordenar arriba![/i]” Zara shouts, picking up her plate of [i]pão de queijo[/i] and [i]pastels[/i]. 
With careful steps, Zara weaves her way through the bumbling crowds of chefs towards the counter of finished orders. Cautiously, she sets her newest creations down onto an empty tray, placing the order number on the tray with it.
Wafts of delicious spice smells and seafood invade her nostrils and Zara can’t help but take a moment to appreciate her work.

Turning around, Zara picks up another piece of paper, dark eyes running over the order as she mutters it under her breath. As she continues to her station the sound of footsteps reach her ears and suddenly whispers are going on about the room of awe, confusion, and interest.

“[i]Quien es ese hombre?[/i] Where is he from?” She hears one of her workers say.

“He is a tourist, yes?” 

“He must be! Wait… He’s coming here!” 

Zara glances up at the chefs and workers all crowded at the door, rolling her eyes in annoyance. Now was not the time for them to gossip like the children they were. Turning back around, the focused woman begins creating her next dish. Kababs. An easy dish but one that still had most of her attention. She began mixing the spices into the flour she was to use. Her eyes glanced over at the vegetables she had gathered earlier, intent on using them for this dish and turned around placing her skewered meat slabs onto the grill.

The suddenly hushed kitchen did not deter her though curiosity did wash over her. Zara wondered why exactly they were silent but did not turn to quench the thirst of wanting an answer. She would find out a lot sooner rather than later when the young woman would turn to see her vegetables were gone. Her eyes wide with confusion darkened considerably as a snarl came to her pink lips.

Angered eyes flickered up, taking note of the out of place man leaving through the very door she’d entered not too long ago.

“Hey! [i]Ladrón![/i] Get back here with my vegetables!” She shouted, grabbing her butcher’s knife and stalking towards the door. With the intent of using force if need be Zara was more than angered when she was held back by her peers as the manager rushed out after the man.
“Zara calm yourself woman!” One spoke as she struggled in their grasp.

“Get off of me! That bastard has taken my food and you expect me to be fine with it?!” She screeched angrily, glaring at the young man. While she fought against the group of workers who had taken to keeping her in the heated room, the manager stood a few feet behind the strange thief.

Words would have left the man’s mouth if surprise had not taken over as he watched the floating vegetables along with a few other workers who had decided to pry into the business of what was happening. Who was this man?