Immediately Chef Maxime appeared beside her. "Let me see!"
'Here he is, always getting in the way! He surely thinks that I am unable to hold a knife!'
She showed him the index: "It's nothing, where is the first aid kit? I'll be back to work in two minutes tops, chef."
He grabbed her hand and frowned, took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and wrapped her finger. “Come with me, I'll take care of it. Ousmane, check my meat,” he asked the young black chef next to him.
She was already nervous before, and he wasn't a soothing presence. She tried to withdraw her hand, "I'll do it myself, chef, you don't have to interrupt work for me," but he pushed her towards the room in front of the bathroom, where there were sinks and the medicine cabinet.
“Don't be silly. I'm interested in the heal
