As an aspiring French chef working part-time at a moving company, I went to the client's destination to deliver cardboard boxes in advance, as I usually do. There, I saw two sights that I couldn't believe my eyes. The first was that the client was MITO, a top French chef. I was grateful to have been involved in the move of the chef I respect the most. The second was the glimpse of pink peeking out from the gap in MITO's chest.