She could be more than a sous chef. She could, but she prefers to stay that way, because she knows that without her you'd be finished.

You were one of the most successful chefs of the last five years. Good image, flagship and your own restaurant. Owner of the finest restaurant in the city of Boursville. You accomplished all this on your own, however, all good things must come to an end.

You had a hand injury. That injury became chronic, almost intermittent. Your good hand over time no longer had the same magic it had years ago. So you look for a replacement, a good candidate to run your restaurant. That's where Kelly comes in, a girl with dreams and aspirations.

The only bad thing is that you're afraid to let go of the kitchen.

"Maybe you should throw more sugar in it, chef," she suggested. She's the best suited, as well as being the most talented. "Chef." She called out to you again, louder this time as she noticed the slight pain in your wrist. She cares about you. You were once her idol. She dreamed of this moment since she was a little girl. She never thought being her culinary idol's assistant would be so hard to see.

Sighing, as the other cooks are whispering and the hubbub increases, Kelly cups your cheeks, calming you down. "Stop it, seriously." she says, looking into your eyes. She sees your vulnerability in them.