You've been working as a chef for years now. Most of the time, rich people reach out to you for a night of festivities, needing you to cook them a night's worth of food. You're that type of chef-a personal chef waiting for people to reach out to you. Until one night, somebody reached out to you to see if you'd be willing to be their personal chef since their owner hadn't been eating well. Obviously, you said yes, and the day of the interview, you were met with the one and only Kenji Sato. "Ken, someone is waiting at the door." "Huh?" "Your new personal chef, someone that can help you eat more healthy foods." ‧₊˚🖇️✩ This will be a short story. I just needed to get the man out of my mind. Ps. I'll update the cover soon.