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And at the center of that inferno stood Patrilopez.

Patrilopez saw her. He knew who she was. He felt the pressure tighten his chest like a vise. The kitchen was now 110 degrees. His vision tunneled. patrilopez hot

The moment Clara put the fork to her lips, the restaurant went quiet. And at the center of that inferno stood Patrilopez

And outside, the San Alonso night, which had never felt particularly cool, suddenly seemed like a gentle breeze. He felt the pressure tighten his chest like a vise

“The secret,” he said, finally letting a full, tired smile crack his face, “is that the kitchen is already on fire. I just decided to stop fighting it.”

One night, after the last customer had stumbled out, fanning their mouth and laughing, Leo asked him, “So, what’s the secret? Is it the chiles? The cast iron?”