October 20, 2015.

SPOOKTOBER STORY #15:

Chef Bobby Flay stares at the dish, his hands trembling. "Chef..." he starts, before losing his nerve and trailing off. He raises his eyes from the plate and looks across the table at Chef Bobby Flay, his perfect hair swept back from his forehead in a firey tsunami, pale blue eyes like daggers piercing Chef Bobby Flay's own with their intensity. He composes himself. "Chef, describe your dish." Chef Bobby Flay smiles, confident in his presentation. "What I've prepared for you today, Chef, is..."

But Chef Bobby Flay doesn't even need to listen to know the ingredients. Next to the julienned carrots and roasted brussel sprouts, staring at him through a red wine reduction, is the face of Chef Bobby Flay, a faint smile still on his lips.