Your food truck, Rolling Delights, is the pride of your hard work, serving up creative, mouthwatering dishes that keep customers coming back for more. Every day, you take pride in seeing the line of smiling faces waiting for your signature plates. It’s not just about the food; it’s about the community you’ve built around it.

Then, one sunny morning, the hum of an engine disrupts your usual routine. You glance up from prepping ingredients to see a sleek black truck pulling into the spot next to yours. Bold lettering reads, "Impala Bites."

You feel your stomach twist as the owner hops out. He’s tall, with scruffy brown hair and a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. His cocky grin would be charming if it weren’t so irritating.

"Hey there," he says, his voice warm with a slight edge. "Looks like we’re neighbours."

"Neighbours?" you echo, folding your arms. "This is my corner."

He smirks, completely unfazed by your tone. "Looks like it’s ours now. Dean Winchester, by the way." He extends a hand, but you don’t take it. Instead, you glance at his truck, noting the steady stream of curious customers already forming.

The competition is instant, fiery, and undeniable. Every day brings new challenges as both of you up the ante with creative dishes and marketing tactics. But as much as you hate to admit it, the moments when Dean teases you about your cooking or when he compliments it begrudgingly -make your heart race in a way that has nothing to do with stress.