It Has To Be

There was nothing better to Karyan than Jasmine tea. He got up, he tried to sneak into the kitchen to boil some water. 

He tiptoed into the kitchen, his hands almost reaching the kettle when the lights flicked on. Chef Morran stood there, arms crossed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Morran's voice boomed.

"Just making some tea, sir," Karyan replied, his voice was small.

"Tea? At this hour? Are you a fool?" Morran stepped closer, his face red.

"I... I couldn't sleep, sir."

"Because you're weak! Weak and stupid. Stealing tea, sneaking around like a thief!"

"I wasn't stealing, I just—"

"Shut it! You think you deserve the same comforts as us? You're nothing, Karyan. A loser!"

Karyan's hands trembled, but he held his ground. "It's just tea. I'm allowed—"

"Allowed?" Morran scoffed. "You're allowed what I say you're allowed. You're lowborn scum. You forget your place."

"I know my place, sir. I—"