"Is it true? What you said in the paper?" The beautiful head chef looked at Nero with hope in her eyes. It was clear that whatever Nero wrote held great significance in her life.
Her voice, usually strong and commanding, now quivered with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
"Of course," Nero replied, meeting her gaze steadily. "I have no need to lie just to get your attention, especially not about something so important to you."
His voice was calm, reassuring, as if he understood the weight of his words on her heart.
The head chef hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. The dining hall, filled with the clatter of utensils and murmur of conversations, suddenly felt too public, too exposed.
She glanced around nervously, then back at Nero, her decision made. "Can we speak at another location, young master?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
