As the final preparations come together in the studio, Dandara glances at the clock. It's late morning, and the team has been working nonstop since early dawn. She looks around, noticing the exhaustion starting to creep onto everyone's faces.
"Lena," Dandara calls, stepping away from her workstation.
Lena looks up from her clipboard, where she's been juggling the last-minute logistics. "Yes, Dandara?"
"Before we pack up and head to the venue, let's make sure everyone's fed," Dandara says. "Can you order lunch for all of us? Something light but filling—we don't need anyone sluggish during the show."
Lena nods, already jotting it down. "Got it. I'll make sure it's quick and healthy. What's the team's preference?"
One of the models, overhearing the conversation, chimes in. "Most of us are good with Greek salad and grilled chicken breast. It's light but has enough protein to keep us going."
