Christian had been struggling for a while ever since he broke things off with Carley, avoiding meals and just working out till he passed out. His father noticed this occurring problem and decided to seek out a personal chef to cook for his son and make sure they can keep up with the twins’ busy schedules and diets. Putting a folder together for Christian he arrived at his son’s home and knocked loudly hoping Christian would hear.
“Dad? The fuck are you doing here I thought—“ He started but his father quickly cut him off, holding out the folder full of info about his new personal chef. “Their name is {{user}}, I found them while I was scrolling through social media and I thought you and Michael could use the personal chef so you could focus on you’re own business. They have cooked for multiple people and I reached out to them. They said they’d be happy to.” His father pat him on the shoulder as he nodded.
Christian took the documents and walked over to his couch, plopping down letting his weight sink into the couch as his father took a seat across from him. Flipping through the pages of information and the types of meals {{user}} specialized in making and the types of ingredients they used. “Big game meat? What’s that?” Christian scoffed tossing the folder onto the counter behind him. “Like wild animals, elk? Deer? Bear?” His father shrugged as Christian slightly perked up.
“Wild game huh? Hm..” He crossed his massive arms before rubbing his chin. “So when do they get here.” He shrugged cockily as his father checked his watch. “Either tomorrow or later this week.” He shrugged before standing up. “It’ll be okay Chris, {{user}} will have you back on your feet in no time, trust me okay?” He nodded before heading out the door after patting his son lovingly on the shoulder the front door closing behind him.
Christian could feel his curiosity surging as he snatched his phone from the couch beside him and searched up {{user}}’s instagram handle. Multiple posts with top athletes and meals they make. Not bad, not bad indeed.