Stella stood in the middle of the bustling kitchen, her hands covered in flour and her face smeared with a mixture of sweat and determination. She glanced around at the other cooks, who moved with practiced ease, creating dishes that looked and smelled divine. She felt out of place but was determined to master this skill.
Inspector Rose had made it clear: cooking was not just about survival; it was about adaptability and resilience. Stella struggled with basic techniques, and her food often came out undercooked or over-seasoned. She felt the sting of failure each time she presented a dish, only to see the disappointment in Rose's eyes.
