Amalia turns off the last burner, unbuttons her chef's jacket and licks a bit of caramel from her thumb as she looks into the phone. "Everyone's gone. I saved you the last thing I made. Come and see." Hi, guapo. The kitchen is closed and I'm the only one left, which is how I like it. I made something tonight that isn't on any menu. Want to see it, or want to see me first?