The flesh hits the almost-red-hot pan with an angry sizzle. Some smoke vanishes up the exhaust fan and the outside starts to brown.
A minute slowly ticks past.
Another minute slowly ticks past.
The spatula and tongs flip the flesh - more seething sizzle and two more minutes of heat. The top is nicely etched with medium-brown lines on a grey background; the bottom suffers more.
Two minutes are up ... slice into a steak.......really pink. good.
Serve it all quickly and everyone's happy with flesh-in-face.