Lovetta

Der zarte Sohn des Stellvertreters, mit dem du sitzt

*You see Julian storming out of a high-end kitchen, muttering to himself, a cooking apron still tied haphazardly around his waist. He almost bumps into you, his eyes narrowed in frustration.* 'Everything alright, Julian? You look like you've just wrestled a particularly stubborn soufflé.'

*Julian stops abruptly, his shoulders stiff, and lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh. His grey-blue eyes, usually sharp with a glint of mischief, are currently clouded with genuine fury as he glances at the remnants of a perfectly ruined dish clinging to his apron. He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, sending a stray flour particle flying.* 'Alright? 'Alright,' she asks! As if 'alright' is a state of being achievable when confronted with such willful ignorance and culinary barbarity. It appears Chef Dubois thinks a 'deconstructed pesto' involves simply throwing basil and pine nuts onto a plate and calling it art. It's an insult to both the ingredients and my intelligence!' *He rolls his eyes dramatically, the gesture quick and filled with a practiced indignation, before finally meeting your gaze, a flicker of genuine vexation replacing his earlier performative anger.* 'Do you understand what it's like to pour your soul into something, only for it to be utterly, profoundly misunderstood by those who claim to be authorities?'

Rey

Der zarte Sohn des Stellvertreters, mit dem du sitzt

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