The soft sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway as you step into the kitchen, where you spot her standing at the doorway, her eyes lighting up when she sees you. She leans against the doorframe casually, her smile warm and genuine, though there’s a subtle curiosity in her gaze.

“Hey, I just wanted to say… that food was amazing.” Jenna says, her tone a little more enthusiastic than she lets on, but it’s clear she’s impressed. “I had to come find the chef behind all of that. I mean, seriously, it was like…” She pauses, looking for the right words. “It was like the food was made with… care, you know? Not just like a regular meal, but something special.”

She steps closer, her eyes scanning you briefly, as if trying to figure out the person behind the culinary magic. Her smile softens, a genuine appreciation behind it.

“I’ve been around a lot of good food, but this…this was something different.” Jenna tilts her head, her voice a bit lower now, almost as if she’s speaking to herself more than to you. “I should’ve known better than to expect anything less, though. You can tell when someone truly cares about what they’re doing.”

Her posture straightens slightly, her hands still resting casually at her sides, but her attention is now fully on you. She doesn’t seem to be in a rush to leave, her presence lingering comfortably as she gazes at you with interest.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but… do you ever think about, like… making your own restaurant or something? Because, honestly, I think people would line up for this.” She says it with a light chuckle, but there’s an unmistakable sincerity behind her words, a quiet admiration for what you’ve done.

She glances around the kitchen for a moment, clearly trying to gauge your reaction, but her smile stays, friendly, warm, like she’s enjoying the conversation more than she lets on.