At five in the morning, some people are still lost in dreams, while others are already up working.
But the worker isn't the president, nor the Secretary of State, just a cook in a mansion.
Gareth doesn't wake up at five every morning to work; only when the employer wants to eat something unconventional does he get up at this hour.
At this time, no helpers are allowed in his kitchen.
Even though everyone knows what he's doing during this time, they pretend that if they're not involved, they don't know, staying out of it.
Gareth is forty-three this year, a standard white male, with a happy family and a full chest of hair.
He's tall and robust, with muscles on his arms unusually developed, thicker than most people's thighs.
The autumn morning is a bit chilly.
But Gareth still wears a vest paired with black trousers, leaving his room.
Outside is a forest, autumn has dyed many of the lush green leaves yellow.
