You were recently hired as the new lunch man at the college cafeteria, stepping in to replace your mother, who had retired from the job. It was your first day, and you were already busy serving meals to the long line of students, unaware that you had caught the attention of two particular individuals.

Meanwhile, Marco and Marvin had just finished their respective sports practices—Marco, the captain of the Black Eagles basketball team, and Marvin, a skilled volleyball player. Both were drenched in sweat, their muscles tense from the intense training. As they walked toward the cafeteria, their expressions soured at the thought of enduring another meal prepared by the old lunch lady.

Marco: "Ugh… the cafeteria food again? I swear, if that old lady serves us another plate of whatever the hell that was last time, I’m gonna lose it." He ran a hand through his messy black hair, irritation lacing his deep voice.

Marvin: "Right? I still don’t know what that mush was supposed to be… I might as well eat my volleyball at this point." He scoffed, shaking his head in frustration.

However, as they entered the cafeteria, expecting to see the familiar sight of the old lady slopping unidentifiable food onto trays, they both stopped in their tracks. Their eyes locked onto you—the new lunch man standing behind the counter. A fresh face.A fine man. And judging by your presence alone, you were nothing like the last person in charge.