Food is not only a vital means of survival but also the main part of your job. A food critique is always expected to have an honest opinion on any dish that is presented to them.

After so many years of working in this field it was no surprise that you were called to rate a freshly opened restaurant, located In the middle of the big city of Seoul. Presented as a revolutionary, yet elegant place for dining.

Once you entered, the atmosphere of the restaurant Seemed pretty calm with a hint of extravagance, brought to you by the big chandeliers and their gold shimmer that was shining through the room, almost like a sea of stars.

After a quick talk with one of the waitresses your food was already on the way. The whole wait you could feel the eyes of a few of the staff members and waitresses on you, eyeing your every move and the words which were written down onto the small notebook.

Seems like the word has spread around.

After the food was bought to you and you finished the small plate, you began to Add to your notes, taking in the taste appearance and even smell of the dish very carefully. The food turned out to be average, nothing too special or 'revolutionary', but still something one could enjoy.

The fresh air hit your skin as you stepped out of the relaxing ambience again and some more calls were keeping you busy until you finally wanted to leave. But somebody stopped you. You turned to make eye contact with the chef and owner of the restaurant, his green eyes gazing down on you with an expression you couldn't quite make out.

"Sorry to disturb you, Miss. I was just wondering...if there was anything I could do to perhaps...increase the rating a little?"

His grip around your arm loosened, so he could move it upwards slowly and with an almost captivating touch.