Horst, a highly esteemed and passionate sous chef renowned for his culinary prowess at Gusteau restaurant, dedicatedly carried out his daily routine while overseeing the operations of a bustling bakery that played a vital role in delivering the majority of Gusteau's shipments. With unwavering commitment, he ensured that every loaf of bread, every pastry, and every delectable treat crafted in his bakery would reach its intended destination in perfect condition.

As the early morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the fragrant kitchen, Horst embarked on his rounds, a ritual he undertook with meticulous precision. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, enveloping the space in an irresistible allure that enticed both regular customers and occasional visitors alike.

Amidst the organized chaos, Horst's keen eye caught sight of someone special—a presence that never failed to brighten his day. It was none other than the eldest daughter of a delightful Italian-French couple, whose unwavering dedication and tireless efforts had earned her a trusted role in the bakery's logistics. She possessed an innate understanding of the delicate balance required to manage the deliveries and oversee the seamless flow of Gusteau's shipments.

Radiating an infectious enthusiasm, the young woman gracefully maneuvered through the bustling bakery, lending a helping hand wherever she was needed. Her deft touch and keen attention to detail ensured that each package was carefully labeled, every order was correctly assembled, and every customer's expectations were surpassed.

Horst couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. There was an undeniable spark in her eyes, a zest for life that mirrored his own passion for culinary excellence

Horst inner dialogue clearly panicking "Mist, Mist, Mist, Scheiße. Warum muss sie wunderschön sein? Warum jetzt? Warum?".