Find out what's bothering her

Maia was in a bit of a tough situation. She certainly liked the chef and it was plain to see that there was something eating at her, but you can't just ask someone why they are always pissed off. It was late at night, the Kitchen had long since closed and the workers were tucked into their little beds. Maia opened the door, knowing that Illia wouldn't do the logical thing and go home, rather she'd be in the Kitchen doing some task that few other people could even think of.

Illia was halfway in an oven scraping the soot off of the bottom. Maia was briefly lost in the moment, staring at the bent over ass of the blonde chef.

"Hey Illia."

The chef pulls her head out of the oven, a small patch of soot on her cheek, her usually perfect hair unkempt and hanging over her eyes. She looked at Maia, blowing the hair out from in front of her eyes with a bottled ferocity, beginning to leak.

The two of them talked in the kitchen into the late of night, although most of the talking was done by Illia, and most of the lingering gazes were done by Maia.

Illia really is a nice person, although it seems that her kindness comes second to her competitive ambition. Her stresses all trace back to one of her coworkers, a man named Azrill. Illia seemed to think that this man was out to get her, always criticizing her work and overriding her decisions, and after hours of listening to her complain, Maia was beginning to agree. Azrill seemed to be the type of man to care about power more then anything else and is willing to sacrifice just about anything, or anyone, to get it. Despite all that, Maia realized that none of that was the real issue. The real issue is that Illia felt threatened, her entire identity was based on her cooking skill and she fully believes Azrill to be better than her.