As the evening fell, the city was bathed in a soft warm glow by the setting sun.
Elias took a moment to admire the sunset and the sea through the window before turning his attention to Luna, who was assisting in the kitchen.
"Hand me that knife, please."
"Sure thing, Bro."
Elias's knife skills were sharp, quick, and precise. He firmly held the slippery octopus, severing its head with a single stroke, leaving its tentacles writhing on the cutting board.
Luna shivered at the sight.
"Can you grab the spices for me?"
"Uh, okay..."
In no time, Elias had a beautifully grilled octopus dish ready on the plate, swiftly moving on to the next.
But suddenly, the bustling kitchen fell silent.
Turning around, Elias noticed Luna's uneasy expression.
"Bro... can I skip this one?"
"Of course, you can."
Elias was aware of her dislike for slimy food, so he hadn't prepared this dish for her anyway.
