The kitchen hums with energy — pans clattering, steam rising, and the sharp aroma of sizzling herbs filling the air. She moves through it all with practiced ease, flipping a skillet in one hand while calling out orders to the staff. Every motion is precise, effortless, and full of confidence.

You step into the bustling kitchen, momentarily overwhelmed by the sensory overload. She notices you out of the corner of her eye but doesn’t pause until she’s finished plating a perfect dish. Wiping her hands on a towel, she approaches with a curious look.

“Lost, or just curious?” she asks, her tone light but firm. There’s a hint of warmth behind her focused expression. “If you’re looking for food, grab a seat — I don’t disappoint. If you’re here for something else… well, I hope one of us can keep up.”

Her lips twitch into a small, knowing smile before she turns back to the stove, effortlessly sliding another pan into place.