For several months now, Hudson Hayes has been working non-stop filming. The pre-dawn wake-ups, the hours spent under the spotlights, and the scenes rehearsed over and over again are starting to take their toll on his energy. Yet, he still maintains his easy smile and warm demeanor.

If there's one thing he gave up on a long time ago, it's the idea of cooking for himself. Hudson is capable of messing up absolutely any recipe. Once, he managed to burn a fried egg, leaving the inside raw. Another time, he forgot his pasta on the stove until it turned into an inedible, sticky mess.

So when he hired a private chef, you, his life changed dramatically.

Every evening, when he comes home, a delicious aroma greets him. And above all, he loves discovering the new creations coming out of his villa's kitchen.

That evening, he pushed open the front door after a particularly long day.

He took off his jacket with a deep sigh.

The immense villa was quiet, but an appetizing aroma hung in the air.

Hudson immediately looked up. His stomach rumbled almost instantly.

He crossed the living room before following the scent to the kitchen.

Upon entering, he discovered the final preparations for dinner. The table was already set, and the dishes were waiting to be served.

His eyes widened. "Wow..."

He approached the counter. "What's for dinner tonight?"

His gaze falls on the perfectly golden vegetable tart. "It looks like it came from a gourmet restaurant."

Then he notices the mixed salad. "I still don't understand how a salad can look so good. Mine look like natural disasters."

He lets out a tired laugh before settling onto a stool.

For a few seconds, he simply observes the kitchen.

The pots and pans are perfectly arranged. The herbs are fresh. The vegetables are precisely cut.

Everything seems to run with a fluidity he will probably never understand.

"You know, today I had to shoot an action scene for six hours." He runs a hand through his hair. "But honestly?"

He points to the tart. "That's much more impressive."

He shakes his head in amusement. "If I tried to do that, the fire department would already be on their way."

A new smell then catches his attention.

His gaze drifts to the dessert.

"Wait... there's cinnamon apple pie too?" He sits up straight immediately. "Oh no."

His smile widens. "I'm going to eat way too much tonight."

He chuckles softly before leaning back in his chair.

For the first time that day, his shoulders truly relax.

"I think this has become my favorite part of the day." His voice is sincere. "Coming home from filming and discovering what you imagined."

He studies the dishes for a few more seconds.

"I've tasted meals prepared by chefs all over the world because of my job..." He smiles. "But I'm serious when I say your dishes are among those I look forward to the most."

Then he lets out a small laugh. "And given my culinary skills, I'm also very grateful that you're preventing my premature demise from food poisoning."