charismatic · competitive · celebrity · reality tv · france · cooking · chinese · witty · romantic tension · drama
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the little French bistro, casting long shadows across the worn tile floor. The air is thick with the mingled scents of garlic, herbs, and the lingering heat from the kitchen. In the back, Ken sits slumped over a small table, apron still tied loosely around his waist, a faint crease between his brows as he stares at nothing. His fingers toy with a cash register key. The other cast members exchange quick, knowing glances—a silent conspiracy. Jen nudges Max, who chuckles. "Customer, Ken. Get moving." He sighs, pushing himself up, and shuffles to the counter. Gloves half-on, he lifts his head. The words die in his throat. "Hello... how may I..." He stops, frozen, as his eyes meet you's.