Anthony Shocked as Wayne’s Chef Repeats Amber’s Words: Selfish Fits You Perfect!😳
[Scene opens in Wayne’s kitchen. The camera pans across the counter where fresh ingredients are laid out. The Chef is chopping vegetables with a rhythmic precision while Wayne scrolls through his phone at the table. Anthony walks in looking slightly irritated.]
Anthony: Man, Wayne… you really gotta tell your Chef to chill sometimes. Dude be talking like he the therapist around here.
Wayne: [grinning] Hey, bruh, he just keep it real. You know Chef don’t sugarcoat nothin’. What happened now?
Chef: [without looking up] What happened is, your boy here don’t know how to appreciate when folks feed him—literally and emotionally. Always wantin’ the plate but never bringin’ no seasoning.
Anthony: [frowning] Hold up—what that supposed to mean? I asked for a little extra sauce, and now you talkin’ like I’m a whole sermon?
Chef: Nah, you asked for extra sauce, but you gave zero respect. Same energy Amber was talkin’ about. Selfish. That’s you, right?
Anthony: [freezes] …What you just say?
Chef: [puts down the knife, looks him dead in the eye] I said “selfish.” Fits you perfect.
Wayne: [laughing hard] Lawd have mercy! Chef, you wildin’. You gon’ start another saga in here.
Anthony: Nah, nah, hold on. [points at Chef] You don’t even know me like that, bro. You just see what you wanna see.
Chef: I see a man who still mad at the world for not moving the way he want it to. You complainin’ about everything but fixin’ nothin’.
Anthony: You don’t know what I been through, man! You think you can just stand behind a counter and read people like a menu?
Chef: [shrugs] I don’t need to read you. Your actions read louder than any story you could tell. Every time somebody don’t agree with you, you shut down. Amber tried to tell you. She said it right to your face, didn’t she?
Anthony: [defensive] Don’t bring Amber up! That’s old news!
Chef: Nah, it ain’t old when you still livin’ it. You actin’ like a victim instead of a man who learns.
Wayne: [trying to calm things down] Aye, aye, y’all—hold on. We ain’t about to turn my kitchen into a courtroom. Chef, go easy on him.
Chef: [sighs] I ain’t tryna disrespect him, Wayne. I just call it like I see it. You can’t keep expectin’ folks to pour into you when you ain’t even fillin’ your own glass.
Anthony: [quietly] You think I don’t care about nobody but me, huh?
Chef: I think you care, but only when it benefits you. There’s a difference between love and control, Anthony. You ever wonder why people keep walkin’ away?
Anthony: [looks down] Man… you sound just like Amber.
Chef: Maybe that’s the point. When the same truth keep comin’ from different mouths, it’s time to stop fightin’ it and start fixin’ it.
Wayne: [nods slowly] Facts. Sometimes God gotta send the same message twice ‘cause you ain’t listenin’ the first time.
Anthony: [sighs deeply, rubbing his head] Maybe y’all right. Maybe I been too focused on what I lost instead of what I still got.
Chef: Then start today, my brother. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’ love, but love start with you actin’ right first.
[Anthony nods silently, taking in the words. The tension fades. Wayne smirks, picking up his phone again.]
Wayne: Welp… y’all done turned brunch into a whole intervention. But hey, Chef—since you the truth-teller of the day, don’t forget to add some extra salt to them grits.
Chef: [laughs] Only if Anthony promise not to act salty while eatin’ them.
Anthony: [smiling faintly] Man, whatever. Just don’t call me selfish while I’m chewin’.
[They all laugh. Scene ends with a mix of tension, humor, and quiet reflection lingering in the air.]